September 3rd, 1950 – David Kellog Cartter and Dona Rae Couch were married, marking the start of my family. Theirs would be a long and happy marriage, not without it’s bumps, but for the most part quite normal and middle class.

Early summer, 1992 – Mom and Dad came out to visit me in California. The morning they were getting ready to leave, I insisted on taking them to breakfast. Dad didn’t want to, wanted to get on the road and go. Mom saw the look on my face – I just had the feeling that I wouldn’t see Dad again.

September 3rd, 1992 – the morning of their 42nd Anniversary, Dad had been in the hospital in Tucson overnight for observation; a blood clot broke loose from his leg and moved up into his heart. I was at work when the call came in. I headed for Tucson that afternoon, driving.

It has been twenty years. I know that I should not still be dwelling on this. So much has happened in these years. His youngest granddaughter never got to meet him. I am pretty sure they would have gotten along famously, since I see so much of him in her.

My wife would have loved him also. I know he would have loved her. I know that my wife and my Mom would have gotten along better if he had still been around, but since Mom is gone now too that doesn’t really matter any more.

I still miss him so, so much.

Chat ya later…

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