I don't think any of us will ever forget Dad's passing. It, as you might expect, was quite emotional. We loved him so very much.
I was working for Piedmont Airlines in Washington, D. C. at the time. Someone, I don't recall who, called to tell us that Dad was near death and it would be best if we came home. When I arrived I was ushered into the hospital room where Dad lay. He was in great pain. His legs were tied to the bed to keep him from thrashing around and tearing the medical devices from his arms and legs. I felt so sorry for him. I bent over him and hugged and kissed him and told him how much I loved him. He was in a semi-conscious state. He couldn't talk but I have always known that he knew I was there. I soon left the room. It would be the last time I would see Dad alive.
Each of the children, Thelma, Glen, Carroll, Wayne, did the same. Dad wanted to see each of us one last time. We loved him and he loved us.
A short time after we had all visited with Dad in the hospital room, it was painfully obvious that he wanted something. He was very restless, thrashing around a lot. He couldn't talk but he was making sounds. He wanted something or someone very badly. We concluded that he wanted to see Mom who was being kept out of the room so she would not have to see him suffer. Mom was taken into the room where Dad lay. They embraced and she talked with him, telling him of her great love for him. God called him home a few minutes later.
I was 29 years old when Dad died. I only wish that I had spent more time with him. He was so wise. I had gone off to another high school away from home and after completing high school, I got married and went off to work. So from about age 14 or 15 I was not at home much so I missed a great deal of time with Dad.
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