This is another item that my father had squirreled away in his file cabinets. This is the funeral card of his father and also my grandfather, Thomas Dowd. The amazing thing to me is that this card is eighty nine years old.
The story is that he had fallen down a flight of steps and then went to bed, the next morning he had died.
Right now I am sure it must have been a SUBDURAL HEMATOMA I feel somehow cheated that I had never met either of my grandfathers. I also think it was very difficult for my father to grow up without him.
I have to send for his death certificate, one of the many things that I continue to procrastinate about doing.
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