Today, 3 October, is the 27th anniversary of the death of my beloved Dad, Marion Edward Spiller, who became my Father after the death of my real Father. He was the only Father I knew from age nine. He has been gone now for almost thirty years and I still miss him. I think of him every year, as I watch the Czech Days parade with its tractors. There's always a Poppin' Johnny, Dad, a John Deere Model A, just like the one you taught me to drive.
You are gone but never forgotten.
Rest eternal grant unto him, O Lord.
May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace and may light perpetual shine upon them.
Memory Eternal!
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