Gaylord C Hall 1937-2005

I really thought last September was the hardest time ever. My dad passed away at 2:22am on June 12th. I wasn't there when my sister died. I had to be back at work in Florida that week. This time, I was there.

I hate it that he fell, I hate it that he was already pretty sick. I hate it that they couldn't anticipate that there might be complications while he laid up there in that hospital bed. I hate it that he didn't make it to his birthday next month--we were beginning to think about throwing a big party. I hate it that he didn't make it to August for his class reunion--it would have been the 50 year reunion for him, and he was so excited about it.

I sit here and it's Father's Day and there's nothing to do but write to him and hope he's out there looking over my shoulder.

Dad, I love you. Keep your chin up. I'm sorry the doctors couldn't pull you out of everything that happened, but your heart, big as it was for everyone, didn't have enough strength left to beat, and so many things happened in just a few hours that your body couldn't fight everything off. We wanted to keep you with us, but it was just your time.