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Rest In Peace Dan Crosbie
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My friend and father-in-law. Taught me to fish and to enjoy fishing. There was a lot we didn't know about each other, but it wasn't for a lack of respect or interest. Just the opposite, the time we spent together on the boat or on walks or in the company and family and others was like that of close friends who knew it all already and had no reason to dig or ask. From moments of impetuous joy with a glint in our eyes to complaining about the situation at hand is how we spent our time. Nothing grand or significant, just the stuff that everyday life is made of. And I'm glad for every bit of it. He wasn't a large man but he was strong and hard-working, having served in the Air Force and spent most of his life working in the foundry that he and his brothers took over from their father and passed on to Dan's sons. Cancer and the treatments had been killing him slowly for the past 5 years and the end was like a distant but sure cloud on the horizon. In the past five weeks that cloud became clear and less distant and was more like mile markers counting down the last tenths of miles to the destination. He faced the end of his journey here on Earth with more dignity than I can hope to muster on that same road. His funeral was attended by friends, foundry workers, neighbors and loved ones and, amid flowers and the Honor Guard playing taps, Dan was laid in his final place of rest with dignity and in the Catholic tradition.
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Farewell Dan. If, on the other side, there's ever a crowd of people I'm standing in I'll be expecting you to walk up to my side and make some comment... that one that half the people are probably thinking but nobody is saying.
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8/12/1942 -|- 1/23/2013
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