My first memory of Dad was of him pushing me on a swing & putting his face close to mine when I went high. That was so thrilling to me: I laughed & screamed. I've done the same to my kids & grandkids.
My last memories are when he visited Portland in summer 2008. When he saw me he said he was so glad to see me & so relieved I was okay (I'd just had mitral valve replacement). We round up all the Spinnetts we could find for Dad's visit & were pretty successful. Nathanial found Gary & when they arrived, they got a standing ovation. The weather was hot but we were all having so much fun we barely noticed. We stayed outside all day.
A couple of days later, he came to mine & Russ' house & we went to Japanese Gardens. Dad hadn't been there in years & really enjoyed it. Afterwards we took him to a Japanese restaurant downtown & he had a good time chatting with the young waitresses in Japanese. After that he came back to our house & watched TV & looked at Russ' vintage knife collection.
Sue Horton
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