My Father Died My Dad died yesterday. He was one of those guys who has been dying for the last twelve or fifteen years. Yesterday however, Walter Eugene did die.

He had been a artist before he went away to World War II. Then he spent something like three years in combat. He received two purple hearts and a bronze star for his valor. Then he returned to the states and worked at a department store for the next forty years.

He did not want to have a wake or funeral or have "any fuss" made over his death. My mother told me that he did not think there was anyone left who would remember him. And anyway if someone did remember him he wasn't sure he would want them at his funeral. We are not big on feeling emotions in my family.  ¶ 8/31/2007 07:59:00 AM