My father died on January 3.
His passing caught me by surprise, even though I knew in my gut that he was heading away from us.
At the viewing, my brother Ken told us that he had a dream about my father just a day before he died. In the dream he was sitting in a bar with my dad having a drink. My mother walked in and told my dad he was late and to get home. Then she walked out. That was the dream.
I guess he did as he was told.
I will add more stories in the future. We almost lost him some 57 years ago — so all the days since then have been a gift.
Gerald J. Meylor
1926 – 2013