Last week I drove to Jerry's Cakes & Donuts for a weekly coffee gathering of friends from the Pennington County Sheriff's Office. Usually I ride a bike to coffee, but that day I drove.
My heart weighed heavily, as thoughts drifted to memories of my Dad and his daily routine of making the rounds at local coffee and breakfast spots. He knew everyone in that small town and everyone knew him, one way or another, as a neighbor, farm implement dealer, farmer, car dealer, city councilman, and mayor, among many other things. As his mobility and health gradually declined, those morning rounds of coffee stops kept him engaged.
Dad died three years ago on November 30, 2022. Seems like yesterday. Seems like a lifetime ago.
Moving through morning traffic my thoughts drifted to those final days. Then a vehicle pulled up next to me. A shiny, black GM pickup, resplendent in bright chrome everywhere.
Oh, my. That pickup looked every bit the same as the last pickup Dad drove. Every bit.
Maybe he was thinking of us, too.
God bless each of you missing loved ones. May you find peace and hope in this Christmas season.
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| Clifford G. Groseth, at age 88 in 2022. |
The Obituary I wrote in 2022 is reproduced here. Clifford G. Groseth (1934-2022).
Also, here's a blog post I wrote as a Father's Day gift to him in 2018. The Best Coach I Ever Had.
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