Time of grieving..

A life well lived is its' own reward. Bless him, and you too.

Tell us more about him. Besides loving and caring for a family, what else did he do? Hobbies? What was important to him?

He loved Nascar, and card games. He used to protect the quail that congregated around his house, which was feat because he lived in a secluded area. He'd feed them, too. A few times a day, bird seed and left over vegetables and fruits. He was a devout mormon man, and found room in his heart for everyone he met. When I stayed with him that week, and i couldn't sleep.. he'd wake up around 2 without fail, and say,"Well, c'mon ma'am. It's raisin bran time." And then we'd play another card game called 80 Center, and laugh until we both got tired again and one of us called the game, not because we were losing, but because we were ready to go to bed. He also had a small company out of Arizona, he'd weld these little metal statues of cowboys and other things that were really adorable, and he'd sell them to small businesses.

He loved John Wayne (We all called him Wallace Wayne when he was in a mischevious mood). He loved old western movies, even if they didn't include John Wayne.

His guilty pleasure was a snickers and a diet pepsi every once in awhile. And how he reveled in it!

He was retired navy, and very proud of his service with them.

His family was everything to him, even if he did pick on everyone pretty relentllessly.

I remember once sitting with him at a window in his den for hours.. because he was so amused with watching the contruction people up the hill trying to move dirt. Normally, this would be boring, but ever minute or so he would say something about them that would make me laugh so hard i would cry. He'd even handed me a pair of binoculars that matched the ones he was holding when we first sat down. It was like watching a funny movie.

I also remember once after being thrown from a horse, I walked into his house for a bandaid or two and he says to me,"So.. how's the horse look?"

He was great...