Early last month he was pulling a stock trailer back through a neighboring state, he had brought some cattle to a friend to get the guy started ranching. It was nighttime and a couple of drunken idiots tried to pass and sent him off the road. He died at the scene. I was planning to move back there last spring - I had worked an agreement to sell my part of my practice and I was in escrow on the ranch next to my dad's place. There were title issues on the place I was buying so I got frustrated and withdrew, even though my family was telling me to stick with it. I can't help but think something might have been different if I'd just stuck it out, I'm absolutely devastated. My dad - even in his 60's - was the strongest, toughest, hardest-working man you'd ever meet. And while he was all those things, he still managed to be the kindest, happiest, most patient man you'd ever meet. Rest in peace, Dad, you were one of a kind and the world is darker without you. Love, Jack.