youtube/watch?v=0xwzItqYmII The link of this song above is dedicated to my Father. I have been asked to post my memories of my Father that I shared at his funeral yesterday. Just know, if your parents are alive - love them with all your might. Never do them any harm or wrong - ever. Many of you were very close to my father. As everyone agrees he loved to visit and if you were anything like me, you loved to listen to his fish stories - and boy did those stories change over time, but they still made us all laugh and smile. Dad loved telling about his past. Bear hunting with my Grandfather Heio, playing sports when he attended a 4 year AG college back in Minnesota right out of high school, and how his basketball team played the original Harlem Globe Trotters. He remembered each and everyone of their names and would chuckle about how bad his school team was when they lost so terribly on that cold snowy night. I had a very loving Father. One that would take you for wheel barrel rides when he was manicuring the garden and making sure it was just the way Mom liked it. He truly had a green thumb. One time my father gave me a penny and told me not to spend it all in one place. Since that day, when I find a penny I pick it up and save it for good luck. My father taught me that even the smallest items are worth saving and have a meaning to one’s life. Every Saturday if you drove by our home you would find my father washing the car to make sure it was clean for church on Sunday, he always had a plan in his mind for a Sunday family outing after church each week, which was mandatory in his eyes. It did not matter what we did, as long as we did it together! Dad loved the holidays. During Christmas it was his job to decorate the tree and hang the lights on the house. He taught me the tricks of the trade on how to make any tree into a masterpiece. He made sure that we never missed seeing Candy Cane Lane and Peacock Lane with their Christmas lights all a glow. We’d all pile into the car and spend the evening oohing and auhing then picking out which one was our favorite of them all.. Then we’d head for home to have a treat Mom made and Hot Chocolate before bed. Each Easter Dad would make sure each one of us girls had a corsage just like the one he bought for Mom. He never forgot us once while growing up. One year he brought home baby chicks that were all dyed in pastel colors. The old saying, that you can take the boy off the farm but you can’t take the farm out of the man - is all so true when it came to Dad. Or the time he went deer hunting and brought home gaggles of geese instead...Boy, did they make a mess in the garage where he hid them to surprise Mom with. No matter what Dad brought home, Mom sure knew how to make a feast out of it. On my birthdays Dad would take me out to my favorite restaurant, The Rheinlander, and treated me like a little princess and made me always feel so special. When I was at a very young age my father would take me and put my feet on top of his and dance the waltz or the two step. My Father and Mother were wonderful dancers and I can remember how everyone would stop dancing just to watch them sweep the floor so gracefully with their steps. Whether it be waltzing or fox trotting I heard others compare my parents to Fred Astair and Rita Hayworth. Yes, my parents truly were my Golden Era Hero’s on the dance floor. If you were at any of our family events, you would remember how musical my father was. Whether it was playing “Boogie Woogie” on the Piano, strumming “On Top of Spaghetti” on his guitar, or medleys pumped out on his accordion. It always was the highlight of our holiday’s to have Dad entertain us all. Dad also loved to sit for hours on end and play board games with us and make everything fun. My Dad worked hard all his life. Trying to make a better tomorrow for himself, his family, and others around him. He was a good Samaritan and always willing to go above and beyond to help others he felt were in need. He was not only my Father, he was my friend. Dad, thank you for all the wonderful years you gave us. Your hugs, your smiles, and sharing your heart so unconditionally. These tears I shed are because I will miss you each and every day of my life. I will miss having chinese food with you once a week when we would take our weekly outings and most of all our time we shared together. I truly will miss you. In memory of my Father I’m trying to hold back the tears today remembering a new Those wonderful and precious years spent happily with you And I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t give, to see that lovable, familiar face that meant so much to me Just to spend a day with you and laugh with you again For since you’ve been gone, Dad Life’s never been the same. I love you Daddy..
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 23:13:36 +0000
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