Early Sunday morning, January 20, 2013, my dad quietly passed through the door to Heaven and into the arms of God. He passed away in his sleep.
It was very hard for us to have him leave us, but he is free of pain, free of his cancer, and in a new body in Heaven.
We have an inside family joke that we put in his obituary. When we were younger and living on the farm, we would help dad walk beans to get rid of weeds during the summer. Whenever it was time for lunch or at the end of the day, the five of us kids would start walking really fast through the rows that we were weeding. Dad would always tell us...."Don't be haulin' ass to the truck!" Well, Sunday morning, after my two sisters and a niece helped mom get everything packed up and home after dad passed, my sister Jennifer and I were outside. We gave each other a hug, and Jennifer whispered in my ear "Don't haul ass to the truck!" I told her that dad's already hauled ass to the truck. At the end of our dad's obituary we put, through popular vote...."He snuck off and hauled ass to the truck." A fitting family tribute to a great man we called our dad and will miss greatly. He's in Heaven, driving the big red tractor God had waiting for him and farming....without a GPS! His rows are probably straighter there than when he was here on earth and having to use a GPS. He hated the GPS!
LOVE YOU and MISS YOU POPSIE