On July 7th, after nearly two weeks of unsuccessfully trying to get in touch with my Dad, I called the Lubbock police Dept. and ask for a health and welfare check. They called me back 2 hours later to let me know that they found my dad dead on the floor next to his bed, with his faith dog Puppy there by his side protecting him. The medical examiner estimated that he probably passed away somewhere around June 24th! I felt just awful about the time delay in finding him. I hadn't been too worried because he had mentioned a fishing trip with my Uncle Perry. I assumed he was out of range. When both my Uncle Perry and my Uncle Virgil called to see if I'd heard from him, I knew something was wrong. Needless to say, I will miss my Daddy very much!
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