Yesterday was Dad’s funeral. It was sad but beautiful.
I’m going to share with you now what I had to say to my dad at the service.
There are many memories that I want to share. Its very hard to just pick one. So I wont, instead here are my flash memories as I sit here and write this.
DAD- When I picture him in mind, I dont see the man he was in his last days. I see a strong man standing tall and proud. A stubborn man, a man full of pride.
Growing up- Dad made sure that the family always had what was needed. He didnt spend money on useless things. He spoiled mom when he could, even if it was something that only cost a dollar or a flower from our garden.
Whistling- He was always whistling. All you had to do to find him was to stop and listen, then follow the sound of his whistling. You would usually end up in the garage or the shed where he would be tinkering around on some unknown project.
I remember dad teaching me how to ride my bicycle, but years later when I came home with my harley, he only had 2 words to say “sell it”. Eventually I did.
Dad and I had some tough years. We fought a lot about things that really dont matter anymore. I made many mistakes, but he was always forgiving.
At the age of 30 I moved back home. I am so thankful that in those 2 years I was able to get to know my dad once again. I learned who the man really was.
When I brought Gregg home, dad welcomed him to the family. I think dad saw something in him even before I did. On our wedding day, dad never stopped smiling. It was the first time in many years that I felt how happy he was for me.
As long as I can remember, dad has always worried about me. Well he doesent have to anymore. I will miss you dad.