This morning my oldest sister's Father-in-Law passed. He was a man I knew for almost forty years, and though he was a cranky old coot at times, he was also admirable, entertaining, and inspirational.
Ray migrated to North America in the mid 1950's, his family settling first in Canada until they eventually made their way to the warmer weather of San Diego, California.
He was a Mason by trade, and he was good at his craft. Good enough to eventually have a very large construction outfit of his own, building houses and brick structures all over S.D, County.
He was one of those industrious types that never seemed to stop working, even in retirement. He just always had to be building something, whether it was a retaining wall, a birdhouse, or a toy for one of his grandchildren.
He was a man extremely dedicated to his family, committed to providing for them and protecting them.
Ray spent 87 years on this planet doing what all the men of his generation seemed to do - following a moral compass that demanded one hold high ideals, and demanding more from himself than he would demand from anyone else.
Which to me was admirable and inspirational.
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