On October 23, 1976 is a day I will never forget. That was a day for years I would react to and sometimes forget why I was reacting to it until I realized it was October 23. That day was a school day and dad was off from work because he was going hunting. I remember him playing with us before we got on the bus. He was a kind man to his children, he would be helpful to others, but do not get on his bad side because he became like a berserkers of the Vikings. Because it was the first …show more content…
The cemetery was full of people to pay their respects to my dad. In the crowd where Hells Angles, doctors, farmers and all other sorts of people my dad knew. My dad had retired from the Navy but the reserve unit told my mom they did not have time to do military honors for my dad, so my Uncle Al and my Uncle David’s friend did the flag ceremony. For the twenty one gun salute Uncle David used a small working canon, my dad would have loved that because he was always was making homemade bazookas out of tin cans that fire tennis balls. I do not remember the rest of the day, but I know my dad would have been honored by the turnout.
I go back to his grave, sometimes on the day he died; which is always during hunting season, and a couple of years ago, there were two doe’s with their fawns bed down on my dad’s grave. I kind of chuckled to myself and thought if they only knew the type of man that lay to rest underneath them they would not be there. This event has showed me that life is short and you do not know when you will die, so if you have a conflict with someone you should get it reconciled as soon as you can and do not sweat the small