Well, I've lost my dad but he's still with me. A different perspective.
He has Alzheimers. He lives with
me and my wife and gives me down the road every day. Curses me, says he wishes I was dead and on and on. He is very mean. It is not really him I know.
But it sure takes its toll after a few months. We were not especially close all our lives but he fed me and took care of me when I was a babe, now it's my turn.
Please include me for consideration. I work in wood and white oak makes good furniture, and grips.