It's Fathers Day. My father passed a little over two years ago. He was a hard working blue collar worker that never showed emotion, never swore, and was always respectful. I don't think he ever told my older sisters or I that he loved us, but we knew he did. One of the last things him and I did together before Alzheimer's and dementia took him was start building an HO scale rendition of the Virginia and Truckee Railroad in Nevada. Here are some pictures of the railroad in progress. All of the buildings, bridges, and structures were hand built from scratch by my father. Due to his health it never got finished and all I have left now are the buildings and trains. One of the last coherent things my father ever said to me during a dementia outrage of not knowing who anyone was, thinking he was kidnapped, and threatening all of our lives was "Fuck all you people, fuck you! Where's my gun????" Points his finger in my face. "FUCK YOU!! I love you Brad." 1/5