Lost tribe of Westwood

PRAISE GOD, MY FATHER IS DEAD.

You might think that this is very cruel and insensitive,but it is not. This morning at 1 am, my father ended a five year battle with altimerz desease. Thru this time, my father may have lost his mind, his ability to speak, his ability to walk, and his abibility to care for himself, but he never lost the the ability to praise his God and remember all the songs and prayers. Even when he could not remember his own name, he never forgot his God. The devil threw his best shot at my father, and the devil lost. Thank you God for rewarding my father and taking him home. Thank you God for giving me such a fantastic father.