In Loving Memory of My Father |
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My father is gone... taken from us unexpectedly in the prime of his life. He will be greatly missed. He was a man of many stories. Some follow here... hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed remembering them... for in the remembrance, he is forever in my heart. |
He loved the stars....one of my oldest and fondest memories is his waking us children up in the dead of night to sit on the porch and watch the shooting stars stream across the sky.... wave back, he would say.... and I did... When he died, my sisters and I laid upon the hard concrete of the carport walkway and watched the heavens...asking for a sign he was there . As if on cue, five bright, beautiful stars shot across the blackness of the night... one for each sister and one for my mother.... he had heard us! He was there! We shouted "Hi Daddy!" with tears streaming down our faces. He wanted us to know that he was with us still. I truly believe he was. |
He loved his grandchildren...and took great pride in everything they did. He was NOT the same man I grew up with.... who was this man who said "oh, they are just being kids" when one of his children's children did something they should not have done, or who patiently listened to his children when we called him with the trials and tribulations of our own children, never offering unsolicited advise, always giving suggestions if asked, and probably secretly laughing at our parental blunders.. after all, he had suffered through 4 daughters, all teenagers at the same time! |
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He loved my mother... the star that shined the brightest in his life... his girlfriend, his partner, his wife, his friend... I loved watching him watch her while she puttered around the house . You could see how much he loved her... when he walked by, it was common for him to stop and kiss the back of her neck.. for no reason at all... That Is Love. |
Most of all, he loved to fly. He was retired Air Force, with the 301st ARRS...Air Rescue Squadron out of Homestead, Florida. He had his private pilots license for many years as well, and was instrumental in my love of flying ... wish I had continued on with my flight lessons Dad.... I could reach out and touch you that much easier. Soar Dad, soar on silver wings, high above the lands, dip and sway and float and glide, and soar higher still, until you finally reach that far-off place where everyone has wings of silver and gold, and shine down upon us, as we lift our faces to the skies and smile up at you. I love you Daddy. |
