My Grandfather Dune Beard.

When I was around 14 my grandfather and I saw Placido Domingo perform at the Ak-sar-ben Coliseum in Omaha.  There is a picture of us standing together all dressed up before we went to the concert.  It’s at my parents house and I need to find it.  We managed to sneak backstage afterwards and meet Placido himself.

My grandfather passed away last night.  He was 90 years old.  Known as Dune. Aka: Ross “Dune” Beard, but everyone called him Dune.  He worked in the auto-salvage business.  He loved trains, morning coffee, and would bring us donuts whenever we’d go visit him in Oklahoma, actually the “Donut Fairy” was the one who really brought the donuts, according to him. (They were Winchell’s Donuts if I remember correctly).

There was a 90th birthday celebration for him over the spring, and I’m happy that I was able to be there with my family.  I’m pretty sure he loved it, although the birthday cake my Aunt had ordered wasn’t what she, or any of us, expected in a dulce de leche cake.  It was still a great day.  You only turn 90 once, if you’re lucky enough…and he was.

I am so sad that he is gone.  He died peacefully, with most of his family around him, and just in time to join my grandmother Yvonne up in heaven for Valentines Day.

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