I have in the past written much about the love and care my hero gave to his family. Here he is giving a grandchild a ride on his walker. He loved playing with them while he could.
The remarkable thing he did was he worked up until a month before his death. He felt a great obligation to his employer to have things in good hands before he died. Unfortunately, the cancer and morphine robbed him of much of his reasoning power. However, he imparted much to me to be able to aid the office in recovering after he was gone. I am now working there helping. Jeez, did he ever do a lot. I am worn to a frazzle by the time I finish and drive an hour and a half home. I know he gave many life hours for his family to have what he could provide and spent much of his time afraid if he didn't to the extra that he would lose his job. Not that he wasn't capable just a fear that drove him. I wish now I had had more courage to tell him...."whatever just relax". I love him more than ever. And girls, don't fuss with him that he didn't quit. He was just doing what he thought was right.