Father's Day

This weekend is Father's Day. My Father, gone over 5 years now, is missed more and more every day. Even though my Dad lived to be 90, I committed the same sin that many of us do - at times I took him for granted when I should have cherished each moment instead.

This weekend, rather than spending time with my Dad, I will think back on the rich times we shared and the part of him which is still with me. As a tribute to Father's Day, I am publishing the eulogy that I wrote for his funeral. As much as I tried to encapsulate what he meant to me, my words fell short in describing the richness of his life.

On Sunday, I will say "Happy Father's Day Dad - and thanks, thanks for being there for me each day, every day."

When I was growing up there was a popular song called “My Dad”. Although, I have long since forgotten the words, it started out, “My Dad, now there is a man…” The song went on to extol the virtues of this young man’s father and how much he meant to him. When I now think of that song, I think of my Dad, my friend.

My Dad truly was a special man. I know that quite often in death it is tempting to make someone greater than he was in life – however, with my Father that is not necessary. He was not a perfect man, but a very good man indeed. He was kind to everyone he met, and loved to talk and share experiences. He was a loving devoted husband to my Mother for over sixty-six years, was a wonderful father to my sister and myself, and a very caring grandfather to his nine grandchildren.

Dad was a part of the “greatest generation” not only by being born in the time period and serving in the Army during World War II, he was part of the “greatest generation” by the way he lived his life. He brought to life such anachronistic terms as nobility, virtue and chivalry. In short, my Dad was a true gentleman.

Although he never had the opportunity to go to college, Dad was a life long learner. It was hard to see him in his chair without a mountain of books next to him. He became a self-taught expert on many aspects of American history, in particular the Civil War.

He worked for the same company for over 40 years and retired at age 70. He loved manufacturing and was very knowledgeable of it. I believe he was thrilled when after college I ended up working for three different manufacturing companies. Although a different type of manufacturing than Dad was used to, he was very interested and always had many questions for me.

I have always been proud of my Dad. I was proud that in YMCA Indian Guides, he and I were “pals forever”. I was proud of the example that he set for me on how to live life itself. I was proud that he was with me the day I went into the Navy and was with me the day I retired. I was proud when he and my Mother visited our house so I could show Dad the different things or projects I was working on. I was proud that every dog and cat that we have ever owned, Dad treated as if they were his. Most of all, I was proud to call him not only Dad, but also my mentor, my guide, my friend.