Robert Warren Hale, D.D.S.

March 3, 1996

Dad died on this date in 1996, just one day before his 77th birthday. He was a wonderful man, a great person and a wonderful father to my sister, Kathy and I. He was the loving husband to my mother Beverly.

Dad passed quietly in the nursing home where he had been a resident for 16 years, a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. It was difficult for me to see him trapped in the battle of losing one's sense of thought and intelligence. I couldn't force myself to visit him, as I wanted to remember him as he was . . . a brilliant, creative and inventive Dad. I do not regret making that decision.

I regret that he is no longer with us, as he would be proud of what has become of his son and his granddaughter.

I inherited his wit and sense of humor, although it is not as subtle as his. I also inherited his ability to "save" things - the craft of being a 'pack-rat.'

Dad sacrificed a great deal being a father and husband. The family knows to what extent that went. It isn't necessary to delve into that here, other than to say, Dad was a Saint, along with my Mother. He is reaping his reward by being with his loving Creator.

Thanks, Dad, you made me what I am today.

I miss you!

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