We lost our father January 15th 2014 to sudden heart failure. He died while doing one of his favorite things, sorting his things to sell at the next flea market or auction. Carrying 3 too many boxes this time however. I am just so grateful he didn't suffer for long. He will be missed at the auction (even though he was hard to deal with at times), and even more just having him hang out with me, those where the best times. He started the family auction/antique business when I was just a baby about 53 years ago with his brothers, and anyone who knew Him knows He loved every minute. Dads idea of a good time or entertainment was going to an auction, he lived and breathed the business of antiques both buying and selling & he was great at it. He lost his sight in his left eye a few years ago and didn't drive after that, but would walk for miles to get to a local auction. My Dad was always there when he was needed, and when we had a disagreement it passed as fast as it came. He was a good man always helping friends and family in need. He served in the Korean war and was proud of his service to our country, and shed several tears for what he witnessed in war especially the suffering children.