Memories of Dad
Dad
being an entomologist as a profession...there comes stories along those
lines...going to family camp and dad giving me a dollar if I put my
finger in the rat trap...and of course I did cause a dollar was a lot of
money for a little girl of 5-6, my mom was appalled...I of course didn't
know what I really was thinking...or one time when we had a babysitter
and my parents were out and Kristi and I thought we were hungry...oh and
look there was a hot fudge Sunday with strawberry sauce and nuts...well I
guess it wasn't a Sunday it was some kind of poison...so a call to
poison Control and epecate we were good to go...the joys of having a dad
as a pest control operator.
My dad had a great sense of humor and he
had that till the end...when getting his staples out so he wouldn't
rust or I am at peace with going but I don't need a razor (after he took a shower)...with that humor we kids thought we were funny at times
to...always teasing dad about his worn out pants that would fall down
during heads up 7 up during fhe and how he would stand up in the front
of us and Hike them up above his belly...or dad had a bigger belly
before he got sick the first time and then after he got sick he just had
a little tummy...so Kristi, Craig and I would tease dad about his baby
marshmallow...and we thought it was so funny...dad just laughed with
us.
I can say that I am daddy's little girl and I just adore my dad to
this day...my parents were always very good at coming to all our
different events and supporting us in high school I was involved in
soccer and ran cross country and track... And remember my mom couldn't
come to one of my soccer games and dad would arrange his work schedule,
he worked long hours, and he was there which meant a lot. I loved having
my dad there at my races...I would always give my all at the race so I
would have to have someone hold me up and walk with me at the end...my mom would
try but she just couldn't walk me out like my dad...even when I ran my
marathon and my tri's I always needed my dad.
Trials are given to shape
us and refine us....and in my teenage years dad worked a lot and was
always very tried and he wasn't always so patience...this one Sunday we
weren't giving dad the respect he wanted or deserved and we were
teasing him and saying things...and I remember saying something that
just set him off and he just didn't know what to do or say...so he
picked up an apple and he chucked it and it hit Leslie in the head...we
kids thought it was so funny...my dad left for a meeting and mom had us
write a note to dad about how we loved him and were sorry.
After dad
was sick for the first time about 15 years ago...so much changed from
selling his business to moving to Utah...but what changed the most was
dad's inner self he become a better stronger more patience man of The
Lord...he developed sweet relationships with each of the
grandchildren...he served me...one semester in college I was commuting
up to nursing school at the U and I would take the bus...so I had to
wake up around 5 am and dad would wake up with me and make my lunch and see
me off and that meant so much to me that he would wake so early and
serve me...dad was always willing to help watch the grandkids And help
out when we all were going to school or working, or during
pregnancys...he would mow his lawn and my grandparents...dad would
always served my mom...she would work and dad would pick up the slack of
everything else...he served my mom to the bitter end...he would get up
and gets moms pills even when he had thrown up and felt terrible...that
was one way he could show his love to my mom till the end...my dad is
one of the most Christlike persons I know always giving and serving...he
will truly be missed but i hope that I can emulate what he truly
was...a man of courage,never complaining, strong, service minded, funny,
valiant, compassionate. I love you dad!
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