I have been trying to post this to our blog, but each time I start to write I can not find the words that I want to use. I have finally decided that I just need to write what I am feeling and get it out there. This is not a happy, family blog kind of post that one should make. However, this blog is about our family albeit mostly the "Four Red Thread Sisters".
My Dad, the girls' Pop-Pop passed away on July 21st. He had recently been diagnosed with cancer. We found out later on that he actually had a growth for sometime, but did not tell anyone. As it worsened he finally had to see a doctor.
He was born on October 18, 1925 in rural Graham County Kansas. He served in the Army during WWII, was captured by the Germans and spent approximately 2 months in a prisoner of war camp until he was released. He returned to Kansas and farmed the rest of his life. He loved to travel and meet people. His grandchildren were his pride and joy and they will miss their Pop-Pop very much. He is leaving behind a huge hole in our hearts that will be very slow to heal. He was buried with full military honors including a 21 gun salute. Although he had always said that most of his friends had already passed before him, there was a large crowd present for his service. During the quiet of the service when the color guard was refolding the U.S.A flag, it was ironic to hear a tractor hard at work across the road from the cemetary.
We are putting one foot in front of the other and plodding along with our daily lives at this point. We know that God has healed him now and Dad is no longer in pain. There is so much more I could say/post about this wonderful man, but this is not the place. He has left this earth, but will always be with us in our hearts and thoughts. 
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