'70 Duster - First MOPAR Build

Well, it's been a long time. There's been a bunch of changes, life tends to do that to a person, and I'm now just getting back to my Duster. This is a bittersweet post. In June of 2018, me and my family moved from Houston, TX to Weatherford, TX (where my wife is from and wants to raise our baby). My parents sold their business up North so they could "retire" and come down to Texas for 5 or 6 months out of the year, to get out of the cold, and be grandparents. We bought a great little place with 4 acres, that has a main house and a guest house so we'd all have our own space but still be together. My dad and I built a 40 x 45 shop and were so excited about all of the projects we had in store. They came down just before Christmas and we spent 7 amazing weeks together, working on our houses and working on our cars. We celebrated Christmas, my 43rd birthday, and my son's 2nd birthday in those weeks. Then one night, after we all had dinner, and my Dad played with toy cars on the floor with his grandson, everything changed. Dad said he had bad heartburn and just didn't feel good. Mom took him home to lie down and rest. 20 minutes later she checked on him and he was gone. She called, I rushed over and tried everything to save him, but there was nothing that could be done. He just closed his eyes and went to sleep. He was 59 (yep, had me pretty young), in good health, trim build, didn't smoke, did everything right. He was an old school wrench puller, loved Mopars, and taught me so much about life. We rebuilt engines, bled brakes, traced electrical goblins, skinned our knuckles, cussed, laughed, pondered, and restored cars together. He has a sweet '70 Challenger TA, plum crazy (not an A Body but don't hold that against him!) but he loved the direction I'm going with my Duster. I know none of the other members here knew him, but please trust me when I say that he was one of us. He was a great guy, a Mopar nut, a great mechanic, an amazing father, and the best grandpa in the world.