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This past winter, I visited my father, whom I had rarely seen during my life. He was then put in something called "comfort care" in a rehab center of Olympia, WA and his wife Cleofe was visiting him daily. She has always been like a saint for him! My father was in the Korean War where his mental illness manifested and he was never the same after he returned to my mother. His doctor this year gave him both a shingles shot and a flu vaccine at the same time ( I am SO PISSED off at our medical system). The next day he awoke unable to walk. It was downhill since then, for he had to lie in a bed barely able to eat and suffering with many diseases, one of them a terrible infection called Cdiff , which he got from his immune level being so low.
I know my father is going to go to a much better place, where his full health will be restored.. This is my tribute to him which hopefully I may read at his funeral this coming Thursday. He passed away the first day of summer, June 21, 2019. He was 9 days short of his 89th birthday.
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