R.I.P. “Dad” Ward

A friend of my fam­i­ly’s, Claude “Dad” Ward, who worked with my father for many years, died this week. He was a good man, and he’ll be missed.

He was­n’t my father, but every­body who knew him called him “Dad.” I don’t think I even heard his giv­en name for the first ten or fif­teen years that I knew him.

He had bat­tled myas­the­nia gravis for years, but what final­ly got him was weird—tuberculosis from a spi­der bite. After Dad­dy told me that, I thought he must have mis­heard some­thing, so I Googled it—and yep, there are oth­er cas­es of that happening.

I’ll think of him every time I see an Airedale or a raccoon :-)

Cyn is Katie's mom, Esther's Mémé, and a Support Engineer. She lives in the Atlanta area with her life partner, Rick, and their critters. She knits, does counted-thread needlework, reads, makes music, plays TTRPGs, and spends too much time online.
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