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| Dale with yours truly (far right) and our sister, back in happy times |
A week ago today my dear brother, Dale, passed away at the much-too-young
age of 59. He was a kind and gentle soul
who suffered from mental illness and the mental and physical ravages of the dozen-plus
daily medications required to keep his illness under control. Dale was robbed of a normal life so there
will be no lengthy obituary extolling his accomplishments or recounting his life
and career. I can just tell you that although
he never had much he would share his last dollar with a hungry
stranger or give away his only winter coat to someone else who was cold. I should be so lucky as to have the heart and
character that Dale possessed.
Rest in peace at last, big brother. You will be sorely missed.
~CW
See also The Pesky Truth.
