November 16, 1973 is a memory that will never be forgotten. It was the day my mother called me to say my dad had just died.
Dad was in a nursing home after an aneurysm, surgery, a couple strokes, and a heart attack over a three year period. I remember that day and it rocked my world. My dad and I were very close while I was growing up.
Mother was with dad at the moment of his death, I was at work. Dad was an engineer, draftsman, Mason, Shriner, salesman, and inventor (with more than one patent registered in the U.S. Patent Office). He was the smartest man I ever knew and I miss him.