Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Spring in the Uintas

The day before my dad's memorial service, Tommy, Buzz, and I felt the need to get away and clear our heads. It had snowed in the high elevations the night before and we were greeted with about 6 inches of new powder and a beautiful sunny morning with pristine snow. Tommy had some great aerials, Buzz performed an "el rollo" when he didn't make a hill climb and sent the sled tumbling down a steep hillside. We had a moment of silence in the spot where a few years ago, my dad, snowmobiling "blind" rolled in a deep snow drift and lay under the sled until Tommy came back to the rescue. Dad's spirit was definitely with us, egging us on to try something new and enjoy the fresh Utah morning. Thanks, Tommy. I love you, Dad.

Monday, March 29, 2010

The Passing of a Giant

My dad was always a giant among men to me. Between the ages of 13 to 45, I never beat him in a game of tennis - talk about a blow to my self esteem. I'd get ahead and he would hunker down and grit his teeth, then charge the net and kill me once again. I might have beat him after he went blind, but you never know....

On March 19th, my 33rd wedding anniversary, my dad passed away from complications following a major stroke on Wednesday, March 17th. The prior photo with the guns was taken just 2 weeks prior to this life-ending stroke, showing that he was smiling and enjoying life up until the final moment.

Do I believer in life after death? Dang right! There is no way this guy won't be my dad in the life to come. I am so thankful for the faith I cherish that gives me a view of what awaits in the future. Maybe we can have a rematch, playing tennis on a net strung up by the pearly gates. He'll still beat me, but that will be half the fun.

Monday, March 1, 2010

I think it was President Obama that said, "when times get tough, some people turn to guns and religion". Well, in Utah you can have them both, although this cheerful guy would probably take guns over religion any day. 85 years old, blind, but still a dead eye with a gun! Way to go, dad!
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