Dad & Me: The Day My Dad Died (Part 1)

The Story of Someone it Took Me a Lifetime to Understand

I was about 32 years old when he passed away. I was there. Prior to the day he passed, I had remembered about the time I watched him die a few years earlier also. He had a stroke then also. He had three strokes from the time of this photo (1965) to the day he passed, about 20 years. He was 58 years young. That’s me in the hideous plaid…