Daddy was interred on National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day having passed on December 4, 2001 from just about everything bad smoking for a lifetime can do to you.
He suffered from emphysema, cor pulmonale, empyema thoracis, and bronchopleural fistula. For reasons unknown he miraculously escaped lung cancer. The surgery was his downfall having sped up the end — but without it he would have passed anyway in the same approximate timeframe. Nothing could save him from his cigarette addiction.
We saw December 7th as a fitting day for his funeral given his career in the United States Navy and retirement as an E-9 Nuke Machinist Mate. With daddy it was "The Navy Way" all the way. He saw "the Navy way" as "the right way" and that was all that mattered to him.
He really went down hard trying to stay with us but in the end it became obvious that it simply was not to be. Though I was a grown man of 46 years at the time I cried and cried unashamedly at his passing. We have missed him all these years.