He and his mother and dad and brothers and sisters farmed in North Dakota.
Amenia, North Dakota near Fargo.
Pneumonia took him.
He was having a hard time breathing and was to the clinic twice in three days and they sent him home.
Maple Valley, Washington
He died during the night in his sleep.
Or he might have been awake and knew he was going.
We talked two nights before.
I didn't want to talk to much because I didn't want to tire him more.
We talked for quite a while though but he would have talked some more.
I should have talked longer and called some more.
I think he had something he wanted to say or maybe he just didn't want to hang up because he knew he was nearing the end.
I called the morning he died but he was dead.
We were really close.
I miss him dearly.
I could tell something was wrong but I was going through a bunch of stuff myself and wasn't thinking clearly.
I can't imagine what it would be like to die at ninety years old and all alone.
Dad and Sadie his little dog.
Dad's sister Betty has her now.
Dad did pretty good but he was lonely right to the end.
He missed ma a lot.
He was a great old guy.
He should have been surrounded with kids and grandkids and greatgrandkids.
Not a drop of hate in his body dad and ma and us kids had a good life.
Me and two brothers.
Ten and eight years younger than me.
We lost Patty when she was nine and I was seven.
They operated on her as an emergency for an appendicitis attack.
There was nothing wrong with her appendicitis when they got in there.
She died from the operation a few hours later.
She had yellow jaundice and a high fever.
Me and ma had yellow jaundice too.
We were weak and couldn't keep food down and stayed on the couch for days and weeks eating broth and noodles and macaroni.
We liked both.
We couldn't keep anything else down.
Eventually we got over it.