Got a call last night from my Mother. My pop, John (or sometimes Juan) passed away. He showed up out of the blue on Saturday night, asking to crash at my house. And stayed until yesterday morning. He was excited to get home to see mom and work on his greenhouse. All the KU’s and Carr’s are headed to Yachats today to figure out what do do next. I dont have a fucking clue what that is.
Much like myself, my father was always the one behind the camera. So photos of him are kind of rare. That beings said, William, Cole, Pop and myself went fishing on Sunday. Very much out of the blue. It must have been 20 years since the last time I fished with my dad. I took this photo of him and Cole siting in the sun. An activity that in recent years he has become very fond of. This is the last photo I have take of my father.
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Oh my gosh. I am so sorry. I am thinking of you all at this very sad time. I can’t believe it.
Very sorry to hear about your dad. Glad you had a chance to share the fishing trip and some time in the sun. When you’re ready and feeling like spending some time on two wheels, hit me up for a ride.
Tana, it has been very shocking for everyone. He was healthy and happy until the end.
His timing was great and horrible, at the same time.
We are in Yachats now, without bikes. But by the time I get back to PDX I’ll be ready to ride. I’ll give you a call.
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