Over the weekend, I lost a friend to stroke, the first friend near my age to go. I understand his loved ones had time to say their goodbyes before he lost consciousness, a rare privilege under the circumstances. (Dale himself, apparently, did not realize the severity of the event before it was too late.)
His obituary in the Houston Chronicle reads, in part:
Dale…was a pilot and avid amateur radio operator. He painted and loved music and shared this with his daughters [Alexandra (7) and Rayleigh(5)]. Model trains and remote controlled airplanes entertained him and his sons[Jaden(9) and Trevan(2)]. Dale adored his children and their project time together.
A technologist at heart, he was always learning, inventing, and engineering. His spontaneity and thirst for life were unbounded. He lived by his motto: “Anything worth doing is worth doing to excess.”
He loved to travel, particularly with his young family in their RV.
Above all, Dale loved people. He was extremely interested in everyone and regularly chatted with perfect strangers for half an hour.
I’ll add he found his soul-mate in Chanda, who occasionally comments here. They were a great team. His sister, Pat, also contributes here, although not enough.
For several years, Dale and Chanda ran “First Friday” potluck dinner parties, inviting those with lively, inquiring minds. I suspect Dale was the only one who could keep up with the several firehouses of ideas and queries he gathered around his table.
Chanda has decreed that his memorial will be another First Friday, although this one will happen on Saturday. I can imagine no more appropriate celebration of his life.
I am told that Chanda and Pat chose corner ornaments for his casket that look like TARDISes (“TARDI”?). Dale would be vastly amused. [Update: I've seen them, and indeed they do. Chanda totally confused the funeral home rep by asking if they could be painted blue.]
[Opening account corrected per Chanda.]