Today my father died. I really didn't expect it. He was confined to a wheelchair because he had two strokes last year, but there were no real signs that he would take an immediate turn for the worse.
My sister was with him when he went. I am glad she was there. It is most appropriate that she was with him. Of the four of us, she was the only girl. Her birthday is the day after his. They always had a special bond.
She had been primary in helping to deal with his everyday tasks because of his paralysis. I must say that I was really impressed with the way that she was taking care of business for him. I did as much as I could to help. None of us could have done any more than we did. I am wholeheartedly sure of that, if nothing else.
Over the next couple of posts, I am going to try to express some of the things that will always stick with me about him. Right now, I am just trying to get over the shock and maybe stop crying.
Eugene Tyler was a man - for real!
Eugene W. Tyler (6/17/1934 - 1/14/2010)
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