Thanks again to everyone, for your words of encouragement.
Dahut, it's not a matter of me being stout. Dad had been in a state of serious decline for quite a few years. No matter how bad he felt, he was always grinning. Dad was made of tough material, and never let any sadness or sorrow show. I guess I picked that up from him. Believe me, it's been tough, because I've had to be strong and supportive for the rest of my family. I'm still in a state of shock and disbelief. Denial, more than anything else.
I've worrried for years over losing Dad, so much so that I now have an ulcer, that I've named Fred.
I finally got so sick, and thanks to an accident at work that nearly cost me a finger, I went to see a doctor. My blood-pressure was sky-high. Thankfully, meds are taking care of everything.
It seemed as soon as Dad found out I got a good report from the doctor, Dad just gave up. He knew I'd still be around to look after Ma. There's just no one else to do it.
Dad wouldn't talk about his military service, except for some of his shenanigans, like running black-market cigarettes in a converted jeep, shooting craps on a blanket, stuff like that. I don't even know where he served, except that he was in Germany. I do have a pistol, holster, and two clips he took off a German officer.
The full impact of Dad's passing hasn't hit me yet. When it does, I'll fall to pieces.
No offense taken dahut, but thanks for the compliment anyway.
Camo