When I was young, soda "pop" wasn't something most folks had in the fridge at home. Going to visit the John Deere dealership my Dad owned always meant that he would give us each a dime to buy ice cold bottles of Orange Crush from the pop machine. Yes, they were only ten cents a bottle way back then, and one of the sweet memories of times gone by.
Four years ago this week, Papa Bear and I travelled to San Antonio where we met up with my Dad, his girlfriend, and my own two children to share a wonderful few days enjoying the sights of the city. I knew as we parted that I wouldn't likely see him again, but we were crushed when he passed over into the spirit world just two months later.
Tonight I'm thinking about my dad and toasting his memory with an ice cold Orange Crush as I look at this picture of him enjoying himself so much in San Antonio, knowing that his remaining time on earth was very short.
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