My Dad

My trip to California was emotional but good. It was hard to say goodbye to my parents home of 48 years. It’s always been somewhere it could go. Of course it was hard to say goodbye to my father as well. Though I had been prepared for this for some time but you are never fully prepared to lose a parent.

My father’s funeral was moving. Good talks and lovely music. However the best part was the honor awarded him for his years of service. He served in the navy, was an ambulance driver, a scout camp director and finally a deputy sheriff for 20 years. My nephew followed on his footsteps and is now a deputy himself. He and two of my brothers had some surprised in store for us.

First, a 1968 Deputy Sheriff car led the way to the cemetery. Second at the end of the funeral we were surprised to hear the strains of a bagpipe playing Amazing Grace. Finally, he had an honor guard of deputies carry his coffin to the grave. They then folded the flag from his coffin and awarded it to me. The flag goes to the oldest child. I was so grateful that my father received the honor he deserved for his years of service.