Dad and i dancing at my firDad and i dancing at my first wedding in 1973 when he was still a happy man. He lost his spark I think when he found out the love of his life, my mom had breast cancer in 1977. But the entire years in Camino seemed to be an unhappy time for him, as he spent 99 percent of his time in his garage with a glass in hand and cigar in his mouth. I wish I could have had him be as he was when he took me and my cousins to my cabin in Donner lake before, he sold it, to buy his second wife a house. He didn't like doing that as my mom allowed him to use it until I turned 18 and he didn't like me knowing he sold it without even being on the deed, illegally as I would never ever have done so... So then his guilt caused us to not talk for years and up to his death. . RIP dad I miss the times at Donner, and fishing on the truckee river with you. I wish I could have scattered your ashes there and at Tin Buc Two your other favorite place you spent with you BBF but instead, your wife with her son, your step Son watching as they threw you away, down the drain as he, excitedly exclaiming "That was Cool", that memory a very dark and cold one burned a lasting impression That said, why, is what I want to know, had your second wife and her kids seem to dislike you so.... You spent 90 percent of the time alone in your garage, with a drink and smoke and no one to talk to or listen to you talk.. If they disliked the man you dad had become,in those later years in Camino, which they were 100 percent responsible for your person, they should have hated more that they made you that unspirited soleless empty man. The Unhappiness in that house in Camino was so abundant it was the fog over the Golden Gate bridge...... How sad and alone you were in the end, And how I cannot think of anyone as once happy as you once were, back in the 1950s, during those times you took me and cousins hunting for snipes etc. Once, long ago, when I was just a kid, you were the most beautiful, and loving soul, and happy person. You were also the person most responsible for the best young years, of my life, that were such wonderment, no one would be able to even imagine, excepting the dozens of cousins you took to Donner to enjoy, with me. You were once my hero. You made me smile and laugh and you are responsible for my quirky unconventional personality... For my crazy story telling, and imagination.... And even when all alone I never felt alone, knowing you were not too far away... I wish I had know what you had in store for you when you got remarried.. Instead of being cordial I would have found a way to put a halt to that disasater. because thats when you changed from the persons changing you every single day.....Into someone I didn't even know any more. How sad for you.....
..you didnt deserve to be thrown away down a drain... had I known they'd do that, I'd have stopped it, and I would have sent your ashes afloat, down the Truckee, and to Tim Buc Two, dad,,, heres to the best I knew of you, which is the memorys, I've had and held all these years....... , how dearly you were loved. Dad....RIPst wedding in 1973 when he was still a happy man. He lost his spark I think when he found out the love of his life, my mom had breast cancer in 1977. But the entire years in Camino seemed to be an u