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Join Date: Nov 1999
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
Posts: 646
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On the Fourth of July 1993, Dad had asked that the entire family join us for the Holidays. So we were all together for the Fourth festivities and BBQ, enjoyed the small parade in our small town, had a great dinner, and Dad walked upstairs at 22:00 to go to sleep.
Next morning, Mom woke up to find him dead; we closed his eyes, and wept (for ourselves). I've always wondered if he knew that was the night, or just willed himself that it was time to say goodby, with everyone around him, loving, and loved.
We didn't have an open-casket funeral, and had him cremated. Months later we had a memorial service where all us kids spoke.
I'll always remember him walking up the stairs with the normal smile, his normal look, and I'll never have to remember him as just an empty body.
I want to go in like manner. Who wants to remember his dead body?
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Andras
1983 911SC The Chocolate Kiss
1998 Audi A6 Quattro (Family Car)
2002 Audi TT Roadster (Wifey's Car)
1992 Mazda Miata (Daughter's Car)
1991 Honda VFR750F Interceptor
1982 Honda VF750S Sabre
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