Redneck Baseball Cap Willed to Grand-son by Diane Ogden

OK, so this is one of the X-husbands, don't ask, just using the pic to depict what a Grandpa redneck hat looks like.  By the way he is now with a red head. Humm, maybe he was back then too.  Who cares...
So now that is shown, here is the story morning glory!  My Father is 86 years young in July...that would be two months from now.  He has developed cancer of the kidney of which needs to be removed.  He also has a heart valve that is in severe stenosis meaning the blessed thing is shutting down/closing up shop.  We had/have an appt. at MAO clinic of which his doctors have also shut down.  I suspect they are BID BIDNESS! You know the corporation's type.  Won't go into it except to say the man has been a bull all his life and now they are scrolling the numbers on him...

Hell, he could outwork me up until recently.  Sooo...Upon learning about Papa's health issues,  my 4th son, and let me make that clear as in one blog I got him out of the birth order....he came home from his stint in Thailand where he was a martial arts instructor to help the family get thru some of this insurance health-corporate bid biziness.  And to help the family emotionally also....  In fact he jetted to the farm one fine day (that he had previously planned out with others) to take PaPa Joe to Token Creek, Wisconsin.  Token Creek is a place my Dad speaks of quite often. He lived there on a rental farm with his Mother, Matilda Hiney Jungbluth and father Emil Joseph Jungbluth.  He had a little black Shetland pony he rode to school on ...and on the property was a Spring fed waterway that healed his Mother of severe ulcers. He has always talked of going back there. So Chris drove him to Token Creek.  And Chris filled up three gallons of Token Creek Spring Water for Grandma and Grandpa Jungbluth.  So far they have healed up Grandma's bladder issues.  PaPa Joe was so quietly happy he gave Grandson Chris Ogden his favorite baseball cap from Branson Missouri.  I mean this is BIG.... men don't give their caps away.  Even I know that .  I am posting a pic of Papa wearing his cap even while at the emergency room hospital! He loved his Redneck Branson Missouri hat!  Papa never shared much by the way...he wouldn't even let the Grands use his mower to mow for him.  Not sure what that was about, but he kept his possessions close. I suspect because he never had much as a kid therefore protected what he had earned with vigor. Yet he handed over his special top hat to the Grand that came and drove him to his favorite memory in life.  AMEN.