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My Dad and Me
Ric Anderson, 1935–2021.
You can add three more great-grandchildren to the three listed. My step-mother wrote that almost nine years ago when my dad was placed in a wonderful facility called Huron Lodge in Windsor, Ontario, Canada.
My dad, Richard ‘Ric’ Warner Anderson, died yesterday, February 22, 2021. He was 86. He was cremated.
My dad was my dad. He wasn’t anything but a dad. He wasn’t a deep thinker or tried to be. He was quiet. He loved to drive and always had a nice suit and sportscoat. A friend back in the 80s once told me, “I’d love to raid your dad’s closet.”
He was a salesman. Sold Dictaphones and business devices. Later, he worked for a printing company.
He wasn’t a rich man, but he had a rich life. He and his second wife, Ann, traveled, usually by car, all across North America. In the years after my step-mom’s retirement and prior to his descent into dementia, they would winter in South Padre Island, Texas. Newport, Oregon was also a favorite summer destination, as well…
