Father/Pa

My father, August Put, went to work 700 meters underground so I could continue my studies. He shone countless times on the amateur stage. From his descents into the mine, he would occasionally bring up fossils with fern imprints and sparkling pyrite. I felt like a king with that dazzling fake gold. At the end of 2023, he began having difficulty watching TV and reading the newspaper. He was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Surgery and radiation followed, but without success. On January 15, 2024, my father passed away at home, surrounded by warmth. Rest in peace, Dad. Love you, miss you.