Thanks again guys. I think the hardest part of all this is the fact I was planning to have "the year" with my dad. We had just put in for points in Wyoming for antelope with my uncle and new step cousin that have never hunted. My dad and I learned to hunt together. He did not grow up doing it. He could see the fire in my eyes at a young age though and took the time out to take me wherever in the state I wanted to go. We werent always very successfull in fact we stunk pretty bad. But we had some very memorable encounters. The type that drive me still today. My father in the 20 years of hunting(not too seriusly but still some very good effort) he had never connected on any big game. The Wyoming trip was going to be it. Too many antelope to not get one. Game in sight at all times. I was gathering parts to build him a 243 which he wanted. He said his 300 winny was too big. I was going to give it to him on his birthday. This Sunday...... Even though my dad was one of the most mellow and easy goin guys. We didnt always get along the best. Infact most of the time we would fight like brothers. For the last 4-5 years I had really tried to bite my toung and treat him with more respect and not allways have to be right. He will never know the depth of my love for him or the thanks I keep inside. I owe my whole lifestyle to him. He was only 58 and we had no idea anything was wrong. He died of a deep cranial bleed. I held his hand as they pulled the plug and the last bit of pulse went through his veins. For eight minutes after he stopped breathing his heart beat on. The nurse said it is a common phenom in younger people in that type of instance. The heart doesnt want to give up and doesnt know the control pannel is down. My mother, brother, wife, and I were all there. The worst thing I have ever been put through. At his memorial(the state planted a tree for him at the park near our house) his coworkers didnt know we had misscarried the first time and were telling us how my dad was "beeming" and "telling everyone" when he found out he was going to be a grandfather. He never got to see us pregnant again or to hold his grandchild to be. I guess I am telling you guys this so you can think about the trivial things we keep between loved ones and how life can just end with no warning or reason. Tell them how much you love and appreciate them. Actions arent always enough.
In memory of
William(Bill) John Perry
Last edited by strictlyRUM; 11-09-2007 at 09:39 AM.