By the time I got through to my sister, Dad had passed away. It was a bit of a shock to say the least. He was 88 and living in a retirement home in Parry Sound. He had gotten to the point of not being able to care for himself, in his own home, but was still enjoying fairly decent health, considering his age.
The following is the eulogy that I wrote and delivered at his funeral.
|The spring before he died. Yes he caught all three pickerel himself. He was so pleased. My wife took this shot and I think she really captured the essense of Dad in it.|