Dennis Caven

Too many memories to list. My father was a good soul, hardworking and true. Most of all, my father was dependable, supportive and kind. One really could not ask for more. He had a funny wit, and he knew pretty much everything and everyone in Santa Rosa where he was born and died. When he was in the hospital, I went to the front desk to sign in, and the woman at the counter saw my last name and asked if I was related to my father. "Yes", I said. "I am his son." And the woman shared the story...