The last visit, Bill got up with Sam and Emma Jane at 6:30 every morning. They made pancakes. Rich and I slept in. Even though Bill wasn't feeling very well, he still played endless Karrom, Sorry! and Monopoly (a game remarkable for being at once deadly dull and extremely irksome). He never let Sam win, and never minded being beaten.They played every day. Just like always.
And even though he cried when we hugged goodbye at the Mayo Clinic, and then we all cried, and even though we had to force ourselves to turn and walk away, I still thought we'd see him again. I still thought we'd have at least one more Christmas together.
Goodbye, Papa. We're gonna miss you.
Bill Sparks - June 28, 1938 - July 1, 2007
Papa at the breakfast table with Emma Jane and Sammy, February 2007
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We'll all miss him.
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