HotRodZilla
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Hey everyone...I know Patch308 and I have not been around here much, but we had been busy taking care of our dad.
Last night at 10:18, my sister, Patch, and I lost him, and my mom lost her best friend.
He had been in the hospital since the Tuesday after Christmas and was moved to ICU the Thursday after that. Our dad had early stages of Pulmonary Fibrosis and ended up with a double lung infection that turned to Pnumonia. He was 62 and loved dearly.
I hate posting up sad stuff on these boards, but I know so many of you that it feels awkard trying to remember who I should call and notify, and who I should not. It's actually kind of good to sit and type for a few minutes.
Our dad was born in Mexico City as an American Citizen. When he was 17, he moved to the United States to live with his mom's brother on his ranch. He learned to rope, work cattle, hunt, fend for himself, and gained a deep love for this country. So much so that before he could speak English, he decided he needed to join the Marines and go fight in Vietnam. He got booted from the process when they realized couldn't speak English. He got told he was crazy for trying to volunteer, but he believed it was his duty to fight for his country.
He met our mom, married her and then began having kids. He gave us everything he could. We were never rich, but Patch, Angie and I never wanted for anything we needed. We were clean, fed, educated and loved beyond belief. Our dad worked very hard just about evey day of his life, and gave everything he earned to those that he loved.
He will be missed, and I hope that I made him as proud as I should have. We have lost a great man, and we cannot believe he is gone. He was the best man I have ever known, and I hope I am nearly the father he was.
Last night at 10:18, my sister, Patch, and I lost him, and my mom lost her best friend.
He had been in the hospital since the Tuesday after Christmas and was moved to ICU the Thursday after that. Our dad had early stages of Pulmonary Fibrosis and ended up with a double lung infection that turned to Pnumonia. He was 62 and loved dearly.
I hate posting up sad stuff on these boards, but I know so many of you that it feels awkard trying to remember who I should call and notify, and who I should not. It's actually kind of good to sit and type for a few minutes.
Our dad was born in Mexico City as an American Citizen. When he was 17, he moved to the United States to live with his mom's brother on his ranch. He learned to rope, work cattle, hunt, fend for himself, and gained a deep love for this country. So much so that before he could speak English, he decided he needed to join the Marines and go fight in Vietnam. He got booted from the process when they realized couldn't speak English. He got told he was crazy for trying to volunteer, but he believed it was his duty to fight for his country.
He met our mom, married her and then began having kids. He gave us everything he could. We were never rich, but Patch, Angie and I never wanted for anything we needed. We were clean, fed, educated and loved beyond belief. Our dad worked very hard just about evey day of his life, and gave everything he earned to those that he loved.
He will be missed, and I hope that I made him as proud as I should have. We have lost a great man, and we cannot believe he is gone. He was the best man I have ever known, and I hope I am nearly the father he was.
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