Dad

On Saturday, January 8, 2011 my father was caught in an avalanche and buried under eight feet of snow. Everyone had their rescue beacons on, but they couldn't get him out in time. Two other riders were caught in the slide, but fortunately nobody else was seriously injured. The riding group assisted the Search and Rescue team, then followed them out.

They went back up yesterday to dig the three buried snowmobiles out. I drove Mom and my brother to the mortuary to see him, but I didn't go inside. I didn't know if I could deal with that. I've got to keep it together for now. When we came back through Coram we saw Dad's truck and trailer in a parking lot. Mom's doing alright, all things considered. It's pretty much been a constant procession of phone calls and visitors. Everybody's been very supportive, and we really appreciate it.

I'd wager that there was nobody who cared for their family like my Dad. Being in business for himself, there were lean times, but he always worked hard to put food on the table and clothes on our backs. He always put us first, and he was always there for us. If I ever turn out to be half the father he was, I'll be doing alright.

Bruce L. Jungnitsch: February 13, 1957 - January 8, 2011

I love you, Dad, and I miss you.