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This is a post to create a positive atmosphere in our family. I feel like talking about dad. I just want to share a memory of him that I have.

Dad came out to Utah for Kyle and Carrie's wedding. The day after the wedding, dad graciously paid for Evan, Jon and I to go to Lagoon, which is an amusement park here in Utah. A new ride had just opened called "wicked," which is of course pictured on the left. Dad decided he would ride with us, so we waited in line together. It had just opened so we had to wait about an hour before we got to the front, but we finally did. It was hilarious, Jon kept insisting dad sit next to him and ride by him but dad refused. He feared what Jon would do for some reason, maybe taunt him relentlessly. Dad rode next to me instead. We sat down in the seat and of course dad struggled with getting situated as he often did in many circumstances. He got frustrated with the metal harness that had to be clamped down over our chest and stomachs. As the technician went through the rows to make a final safety check, he had to push dad's down further because dad didn't have it clamped down far enough. The second the technician did this, dad was immediately uncomfortable and made a face of anguish and was struggling to pull it up slightly. I had to tell him that once it's clamped down, it wouldn't come back up. The next stage was delay. Right before it was our turn they had to stop the ride for 10 minutes and make an adjustment or two. All the time dad was complaining and making faces at how uncomfortable he was. "I can't stand doddling service." He kept grasping at the clamp trying to get some relief on his massive physique. We finally had our turn. He place his glasses in his shirt pocket and off we went. He yelled so loud out of fear and sealed his eyes shut. I never heard him gasp for breath, he had just one long yell until the ride stopped. Needless to say, he did not ride on anymore rides that day. Anyway, it was hilarious.

Any memories you wish to share about Dad, please feel free. It's therapeutic.

Love, Amy