Rustoleum
Footballguy
The good stuff you said about your dad comes through in the way you handle yourself here. I think SWC SR. did a fine job. So sorry for your loss.im really grieving so forgive me for putting it down here for my internet friends who dont really even know us but thats what makes this site great anyhow just so you know the backstory i got a call from my mom about 1015 on sunday night and i knew what it was going to be she never calls that late and both her and me are normally asleep by then anyhow she told me emts had been trying to revive my dad for 40 minutes and they had read his last directives and they were done so i should come down she didnt ever say he had passed probably so that i would not drive like an idiot but in my heart i knew and i live about 30 minutes away so i hopped into my car and went to thier condo thing and was met by the police outside who said he was gone guys that was the hardest thing ive ever heard but hey said that it was fast and he didnt suffer so i helped my mom and the cops call the funeral home and they came and got him at about midnight my dad was a great man who helped anyone he could did meals on wheels worked with vets and was active in whatever church he lived by at the time and who was always striking up conversations with total strangers at any of my kids games and who was basically like a permanent fixture in most bleachers where me or my kids played and for his part he had been a hell of a football player as a center and was maybe the last guy to ever wear a leather helmet for one of the best football programs around and was literally just a huge man when he shook your hand his hand just sort of swallowed yours up but as mean as he was as a center he was that nice off of the field something about taking that helmet off and he was just the nicest man anyhow he was a teddy bear of a guy and fought all sorts of demons and who had a hard life to be honest but everyone loved him in part because of how he fought those demons and how he beat them back so the hardest part has been calling his remaining family and my moms side and telling them because they all start busting up and it makes me relive the cops telling me hes gone and that starts to get to me and i guess in the end im just going to miss him but i did see him over the holiday and hugged him and told him i loved him and he got to go at home and not in some bed or hooked up to a machine and without suffering and i guess that is all that any of us can hope for thanks for reading and being kind i appreciate it a lot