My dad married when he was around 40yrs, quite a bit older than my mom. He would have turned 90 in June. We are 4 children, I'm the third one. He was a very honest, hard working person and disliked any unfairness. He had a tumor removed, a partial gastrectomy that went wrong and eventually died of renal failure from all the antibiotics that were pumped into him.
It was aweful, one day he was excited, getting ready to go home and the next he was being wheeled off to surgery again...i will never forget his blue eyes watching me as they took him off.
He could be difficult at times, a bit like a rebel without a cause but that I admired in him...he was his own person.
He taught me so much apart from life's lessons. There are times when I'm fixing a water pump, pulling a bearing or doing something mechanical that his words of guidance come to me.