I had no idea how much he impacted other people's lives. People that weren't blood relatives. People he didn't know. Dad was a very charitable man who worked with the Masonic lodge doing fund raisers to help local people who fell on misfortune. People that needed tuition help for college. His brethren who were indigent in their old age. My step neice's husband who was a real fucktard back in the day who was mean to his wife came up to me at dad's memorial service and told me what dad talked to him about on their first meeting. Dad told him how to treat his step grand daughter. Also encouraged him to go back to college. Told him how to be a man. This guy wasn't raised with a father. He screwed up a bunch after that talk. My BIL raided this guy's house and busted him for dope years back. When him and his wife split. He came to me and my brother and praised what dad had told him. He now works 2 jobs, umpires little league games, cuts grass as a side business, and owns several pieces of rental property. We were floored when he told us. Dad helped all of my step mom's kids, their husbands, and the grand kids. Even one who on the surface really despised him. She was crying on Saturday at the cemetery. I think it was genuine. Dad had it rough in his last days. Alzheimers started kicking in at 79yo. It progressively got worse. My stop mom had cancer and passed away in 2014. He was living in Oklahoma. My oldest step sister and her husband helped him immensely. We packed dad's stuff up several months later and moved him to Florida. My sister built him an apartment to live in at her house until he got really bad. We put him in a memory care facility near her house. First class brand new place. Luckily dad had long term care insurance. My brother and I took dad to lunch when we were in town. Spent time with him there at the facility. I would walk for hours with him there at his pace and listen to him. Last time I saw dad was in late February. She took him to movies on some Saturdays, church once or twice a week followed with lunch. She also took dad to lodge every other week and her friend would help dad around in lodge. In March he tripped and broke C1 when he hit his head. We paid for him to have 24/7 in place quarantine in his room with private duty nurses. No visits were allowed inside to see him. For the rest of his stay there. He didn't understand. They would open up his window and roll him to the screened in window and sing to him. Back when my Oklahoma family was visiting him I was there. My sister's youngest is quite the musician. After we packed dad up I found dad's Martin mandolin in the attic. A fairly rare piece. He told me, "you keep it." I overcame my greedy thoughts and had dad give it to my nephew the next time I went to Florida. He tweaked the fret board and made it ring. My nephew brought it to the home and was playing some tunes. Then he looked at my and said, "sing with my picking." He struck up Steve Earle's "Copperhead Road." It was great fun. Dad was tapping his feet and grinning ear to ear. Dad had been restricted to his wheel chair as walking was next to impossible. He tried to get out of it Tuesday 2 weeks ago. He hit his head. Broke C2. He couldn't swallow at all. He was moved to hospice where he died peacefully with my my nephew, my sister, and his lodge brother that took care of him while at lodge in his last days. The Ft.Myers Beach Masonic lodge did a great memorial service for dad last week. My cousin who is a Methodist minister also spoke. My grand father was the master of the lodge there a few times. Dad began his "entered apprentice" degree there. I wasn't there for the memorial. I stayed here in TN. I arranged for his burial in Texas, and his memorial service in Oklahoma. I asked one of his best friends to perform the Scottish Rite Rose Croix ceremony. Dad was an Honorary 33rd degree. (last year I go him a new 33rd degree ball cap to replace his ratty one.) Few get that honor. It was a very moving service. His final resting place is in Sherman, TX next to my grand mother and his dad. He is directly behind my great grand father who died in 1909. My sister found this poem dad had in his things.