This index is an homage of growing admiration for my Father, Marion Charles Robertson, who was taken from his family by a propane explosion in Moab, Utah. The explosion was set-up by shoddy corporate oversight and maintenance in a storage facility next to a campground. Every time I hear or read of another lethal industrial disaster "accident", the grief floods back. I despair of America ever effectively policing the murderous industries as long as greed pays and fines are so low.

In the 20 plus years since he and his second wife were killed I have slowly uncovered or recovered pieces of his life. I was so devastated by his abrupt passing that I shoved all his personal effects into storage crates and hid them away here at "shattered manor".

While decluttering SM I stumbled across one of the crates and, being tired of cleaning, went through the items. I found a booklet he received upon graduating from the Cement, Oklahoma High School. I have no idea what year that was except he was born in 1918.

He earned that award by making straight A's from First grade to graduation. He was one of 11 children and yet he made it through school during the GREAT DEPRESSION. Then he went on to serve in World War II, stayed married to his first wife, our mother, for 38 years until she died, raised 4 children, and taught his two sons to always listen to the other side's viewpoint.

I told Dad, after I grew up and got over my stupid boyish anger toward him, that I loved him.

BUT I NEVER TOLD HIM I WAS PROUD OF HIM. MY DAD WAS A SUPER HERO!!

DAD I AM PROUD OF YOU AND OF BEING YOUR SON.







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