A life well lived

Every once in a while I post whining on my blog.  I did that a couple times last week.  Life has evened out a bit since my post last week.  So good things have come from some bad times.  Nothing is perfect, and I'm still wiping off kitchen counters.

Thank you all for the condolences for my dad's passing.  He was an amazing person who led a very long and happy life.  He was 92, and my mom passed away a few years before him.  He missed mom and was ready to go.  He had even planned his memorial service and paid for it in advance.  He had me help him cancel all his magazine subscriptions, AAA and car insurance, and credit cards.  That's just the type of person he was.  He took care of what had to be done because it had to be done, and he didn't want to leave work for someone else to do. 

My parents led very blessed lives.  And my dad was the most honest, reliable, and respectable man I have ever known.  He always stood up for what was right.  My dad worked as a mechanic all his life, starting in the early 1930s, helping his dad light a fire under the car to warm the engine in the winter.  He was an airplane mechanic in the U.S. Air Force.  My dad could fix anything, and he helped anyone who asked and many who didn't.  He loved to stick out his dentures at kids and amaze them by sticking his whole finger up his nose (over half of it was cut off by a snowplow blade when he was young). 

That was my dad.  I wish the world was filled with people like him.