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My Dad died December 14, 1945. He had battled multiple scle-
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            any warning and he would stagger to regain his balance. It gradually
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            people often do who have had a stroke. It was a most insidious disease
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            has there been any medication for MS, and even that is only helpful, not
            curative. From being a very prominent man in the state to having these
            kinds of disabilities had to be terribly humiliating.
                     In helping him down the steps from 747 San Diego Road, where
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            had made a mistake when we were both getting up the sidewalk was a
            terrible experience.
                   I am also reminded of an incident that had occurred in Salt Lake
            when Dad was walking down the Capitol steps to meet his boyhood
            friend, whom I always knew as “Uncle Charles Brown.” Dad staggered
            a bit as he came down the steps and a fellow standing nearby said to
            Uncle Charles, “Is Ern Holmes drinking?” Uncle Charles was a faithful
            Latter-Day-Saint and replied, “I wish to God that were the problem.”
            No one knew what was causing the problem. No one knew of the treat-
            ment. No one knew of what the future would bring.
                   Dad died in Berkeley in his sleep at age 64. The actual cause
            of death might have been a heart attack. His death came as a surprise
            to me since in his last letter his handwriting seemed to have improved
            and I had taken this as a hopeful sign toward his recovery. I telephoned
            the Salt Lake newspapers to report his death. When I did so, one of the
            reporters called out in the newsroom, “Ern Holmes is dead” and I could
            hear a murmur from them. The funeral was held in the Wasatch Ward
            chapel which Mother and Dad had attended after they had moved to
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            with friends and relatives who had known and loved Dad. Mother, Lau-
            rine and June brought the body to Salt Lake on the train. June stayed
            with us for a couple of days before returning to Berkeley and we en-


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