His name was Darrell K Royal and he was my father. His middle name was simply "K" in honor of his mother Katy, who died months after giving birth to the youngest Royal boy, Darrell. It is not an abbreviation.
It is very, very difficult to find anyone on the planet who did not love this kid from Hollis.
He was a special person who sprang from the dust bowl and depression that was his childhood in Oklahoma. It doesn't get much more dramatic than that.
His luckiest moment in life was when he met Edith. His worst moments were losing. Losing children.
He was not a showboat. He was a genius, a funny as heck guy, and a terrific example for personal conduct and being smart.
My failing was not grabbing on to him and learning everything he had to teach instead of trying to be better than the best.
I love you, dad. I know you are still here in so many ways. Thanks for your guidance from the beyond.