As many of you know, my stepdad, Bud, has been very ill and was in a nursing facility for quite some time. A week ago yesterday we managed to get him out of there with the help of hospice. The same hospice that took care of my brother when he passed a few years ago. I simple can’t say enough about how wonderful and caring they are.
Bud passed yesterday after a valiant fight to “come back.” His daughter, one of his sons, one of his granddaughters, my mom and me were by his side. It was very hard to watch him waste away and I don’t want that picture of his last days and hours to stay in my mind. So I’m posting this one that I took of him a couple of years ago, before he started to decline.
Bud had a fabulously critical, mathematical mind, being an engineer and all. He traveled to some really cool places like Brazil, Indonesia, Saudi Arabia, France, Germany and England during his career, performing complete estimates on what it would cost to build cement plants in those places. I can remember how thrilled he would be when he got back and would later get the news that his bid won the contract for his employer. He was an avid fisherman and golfer in his younger years, a really good cook and gardener (he grew the best tomatoes this side of the moon) and a wonderful “step-grandpa” for my kids. Their paternal grandfather was killed in a car accident when my son was two weeks old. And my father had another life and geographical distance. So Buddy stepped up to the plate in so many ways for me and my kids.
My mom and him were married for 51 years. He will be sorely missed. Rest in peace, Buddy. I hope you’ve found the ultimate peaceful lake for fishing somewhere on the other side. Namaste’