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May. 19th, 2010 09:15 pmAs I'd mentioned in a prior entry, my father died on April 30th. 67 years old, and cancer (stomach, liver, spleen, lymph nodes - and probably other areas) was the end. (And Ronnie James Dio - also 67 - died of stomach cancer recently)
My dad was a good man, he had a lot of friends and family that loved him dearly. He was a biker, rode with a Vietnam Vets Harley Group, and was buried in his road gear (leather vest, chambray shirt and denim jeans). At the wake, he looked as though he would sit right up in the casket and yell "Surprise!" at everyone. And being the good (okay, snarky and rebellious) daughter that I am ... I wore an AC/DC 'Back In Black' t-shirt and denim trousers to the wake. He would've gotten a kick out of that.
I also saw that my sister-in-law is a fembot / Stepford Mormon. Really. People were at dad's bedside at the hospice, and at the wake, in tears (even some of the burly biker guys!) ... except for my sister-in-law, who looked like (in Kellie's words) she wanted to have her hand run through a meat grinder.
That's okay - I wasn't going to let her emotionless mien and my brother's seeming to have turned into a self-centered jackass for a week bring me down. That's their problems, not mine. :)
Anyways, aside from the main purpose of the visit, we did get to see family that we wouldn't have seen otherwise. Rylee and Drew finally got to meet, Kellie and I witnessed Rylee taking her first steps(!!) and hearing her call everything - and everyone - 'Dog-Dog'. I got to spend a couple of extra days with the family, as Kellie had to go to Boston for a business trip.
Finally, here is my dad's obituary: Courtney E. "Parts" Phelps ("Parts" was his nickname in the riding group. The guys have nicknames relating to something about them - for my dad, it comes from the fact that he worked in the parts department at a Harley-Davidson shop.)
My dad was a good man, he had a lot of friends and family that loved him dearly. He was a biker, rode with a Vietnam Vets Harley Group, and was buried in his road gear (leather vest, chambray shirt and denim jeans). At the wake, he looked as though he would sit right up in the casket and yell "Surprise!" at everyone. And being the good (okay, snarky and rebellious) daughter that I am ... I wore an AC/DC 'Back In Black' t-shirt and denim trousers to the wake. He would've gotten a kick out of that.
I also saw that my sister-in-law is a fembot / Stepford Mormon. Really. People were at dad's bedside at the hospice, and at the wake, in tears (even some of the burly biker guys!) ... except for my sister-in-law, who looked like (in Kellie's words) she wanted to have her hand run through a meat grinder.
That's okay - I wasn't going to let her emotionless mien and my brother's seeming to have turned into a self-centered jackass for a week bring me down. That's their problems, not mine. :)
Anyways, aside from the main purpose of the visit, we did get to see family that we wouldn't have seen otherwise. Rylee and Drew finally got to meet, Kellie and I witnessed Rylee taking her first steps(!!) and hearing her call everything - and everyone - 'Dog-Dog'. I got to spend a couple of extra days with the family, as Kellie had to go to Boston for a business trip.
Finally, here is my dad's obituary: Courtney E. "Parts" Phelps ("Parts" was his nickname in the riding group. The guys have nicknames relating to something about them - for my dad, it comes from the fact that he worked in the parts department at a Harley-Davidson shop.)
