K is for Klinedale

Klinedale is my 90 year-old dad.  Yep, that's his real name.

When my mom first met him, she chuckled after hearing his name.  "Klinedale?" she repeated.  "What do people call you?"

Deadpan, he replied, "Klinedale."

They've been married 64 years.  

Here's a picture of him doing his favorite thing these days.

Getting a hot fudge sundae with our daughter

He received his Master's in Public Health and worked for the government most of his adult life.  He was an accomplished pianist.  He had four children, one of whom died at the age of 23.   He has developed Parkinson's in the past few years, so he's mostly parked in his wheel chair.

His spirit is still young (about 12), and his sense of humor still shines.  A lot of people think their dad is the best, but mine really is.  Ask either of my two remaining siblings.   

I don't know when God might take my dad, so I just wanted you to meet him.

You've probably never met a Klinedale before.

And you'll probably never meet another one.