Texas Aries's Father and Dear Friend DOD: Friend - December 17, 2006 DOD: Father - December 24, 2006	Heaven’s Greeter By Clyde G. Scalf III I left this earth On a sunny December day I am sorry I hurt your heart When I went away. I now live in a special place Full of love and light Outside of time and space Beyond the starry night. I look down at you from above As I lived below With a heart full of love And solace in my soul. Now I sit every morning Beside St Peter Helping him in his daily task As Heaven’s greeter. And here I will await you My life long friend To come to me when your time Comes to an end. Til that day finally comes I will walk under the sky blue Play in the meadow green And every morning wait for you.	Walk in the Sun By Clyde G. Scalf III Hello dear daughter This is hard to start For I know the pain That lies in your heart. I know it is hard to ask But don’t cry for me For this is better As I hope you will see. When I got to Heaven’s gate Under a sky so blue St Peter said, “welcome friend someone is waiting for you.” There he sat, my little friend, To my amazement he could talk. He came up smiling a Cheshire grin Said to me, “Let’s go for a walk.”. Away we went down avenues That are paved with gold Oh the people we meet And the stories we are told. We walk every day now In the never ending sun Waiting for the day on Earth That your journey is done.
Setcheti's Father DOD: Father - December 25, 2008	This section is dedicated to my dad, Art - also known as Jack, to his family - who passed away suddenly and unexpectedly on December 25, 2008, just three days after his 70th birthday. I got to see my dad for the last time at Thanksgiving, when he called at the last minute (which was normal for Dad) and invited us to come have Thanksgiving dinner with them. Things just happened to work out so that Tex and I and the kids were able to drive up there for two days, and everyone had a great time. After that he called me on my birthday, I called him on his, and then I called him on Christmas Day…but he wasn’t feeling well when I called and said he’d talk to me later that day. That afternoon, the call I got was the call saying he was gone. He’d had a heart attack, and it was all over just like that. My dad was a great guy. He was retired, and spent his time fixing various things for people, teaching gun classes as an NRA instructor, repairing bikes to be given to kids at Christmas, and collecting second-hand winter coats to be given to kids who needed one. As you might guess from this, he loved kids. After he died, we also found out that he had several adults he kept an eye on as well, making sure they were taken care of and that they weren’t alone. A lot of strangers - to us, anyway - came to his memorial service to tell everyone how much he had done for them and how much they were going to miss him. Dad had been a lot of things in his life. He’d been a Marine, he’d worked on a pipeline, he’d been a construction foreman, he’d owned his own mechanics shop, and he’d been a police officer. Later on, in the small historic town that he loved and where he settled down permanently with my stepmother (one of the kindest, nicest people I have the privilege of knowing), he joined the police reserves for a time. The police department sent an honor guard to his memorial service, and the Marine Corps sent a flag. It was a beautiful and very moving service, especially since the pastor giving it had also known Dad and had stories of his own to tell. Dad loved animals, especially dogs. His dogs all had interesting personalities and were little (sometimes big) characters in their own right. Dad’s last dog, Norman, a Springer spaniel that he took everywhere with him, passed away just a few months before Dad did. Dad also loved garage sales and auctions and gun shows, he was the biggest pack rat you’ve ever seen, but he had a knack for finding things that he or other people needed (or things that were just flat-out neat ) that was really amazing. To the Left is a picture of my dad. You are probably looking at the picture right now and saying, “That’s a bad picture, the color is off.” Actually, no, it’s not. Dad, for the last several years of his life, was purple - that’s what happens if you use too much colloidal silver, you turn purple (or blue) and you stay that color. Big oops on Dad’s part there, but he took it in stride and everyone just got used to it. So anyway, this is section and a page on my Authorblog is for my dad. He’d seen my website once or twice, and I’ve been told that he once read some of the fic and liked it. Hopefully he’ll like being a part of the site himself - if he doesn’t, I’m sure he’ll let me know.
Texas Aries's Uncle DOD: Uncle - January 1, 2009	My Uncle  Reg died peacefully at the Winchester District Memorial Hospital on Sunday January 1, 2009 at the age 79 years after 2 long years battling stomach cancer. He was an active member of the Lost Villages Historical Society, along with my aunt.  He was  always eager to step forward as volunteers with the society. He leaves behind a loving wife, a daughter and two grandchildren.
Texas Aries's Uncle DOD: Uncle - November 3, 2009	My uncle Norval passed away peacefully with his family by his side on Tuesday, November 3, 2009, at the age of 91. He served in the Canadian Navy during WWII after which he worked at GE until retirement.  He leaves behind three sons, one daughter, nine grandchildren, and eight great grandchildren. What I remember about my uncle is that he loved to laugh and I think this picture shows it the best.  He also loved to dance and when I mean dance think of Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire type of dancing.