Big Wave Dave

With Jimmy Buffett serenading me in the background for moral support and a mimosa for creative juices - I've taken to the internet for the best way to put this. I tried Google. 'Light hearted ways to announce a fathers passing' and 'Top 10 funny obituary's.'  None of which I would recommend.  So I'll start with what I know - Dad was b orn and raised in Lyle, Washington in May of 1966 to Dennis & Sondra Clark. Much like Spencer and I, Dad spent endless days on Sondino Ranch with his little sister Gina and loads of good friends. He found love and married Mom in 1987, which took him away from Washington to Gresham, Oregon. Spencer was born in 1989 and I blessed the family with my presence in 1992. (thank god). ___________________________________________ On our recent road trip to Austin, TX Dad said to me unproptemed, " you know Mad, I would like to think" *dramatic pause* "that even if people don’t come out right and say it

I won’t lie to you all - I semi equated a doctors prognosis with that of a w eather mans forcast. A true  guess-timation at best. With the underlying knowledge that 9 times outta 10, the f**ers always get it wrong. But. Here  we are. A year to a T from prognosis -  and there’s a shit ton of snow on the ground. Ten days pre snowpocalypse were spent at Le Spa de KP. Known to commoners as, Kaiser Sunnyside Hospital. We rolled in Vegas Dave style and snagged the corner suite. A city view. Personal living area (or so we claimed it). And what seemed to Mom and I, as endless amounts of shitty hospital coffee made specifically for us.  But as all Vegas goers know, at some point you’ve had a little bit too much fun. So the crew decided to checkout of our extended stay and head on home to Lyle. Or, “ God’s Country.” As Dad likes to say.  Not only is this Dad’s childhood home, but Nonna and Grump have plenty of room for all to come and go. We encourage anyone to drop in and say he