Post by rodeomom on Sept 2, 2019 0:43:56 GMT
a week ago today. He was diagnosed with AML on the 5th of June and died on the 25 of August. He was 84 years old. Until the beginning of this year he could out work a man half his age. I really thought he would beat this.
This is the letter I wrote that my son-in-law read at the funeral. I knew I couldn't do it.
"Since Dad passed away, I have been trying to figure out what to say about him. How to tell everyone here who he was and what kind of man he was.
How do I explain what he meant to us. I know I don’t have the words to do him justice.
Our Dad was not perfect. He was a first sergeant in the Army and sometimes he was a first sergeant at home. He did not like to be argued with. He was always right even when he wasn’t. He was a “my way or the highway kind of guy”.
He was also a man who took care of his family. He was always there for us. He was steady and strong. He was the one you called when you were in trouble. You could count on him. If your car needed fixed, if you ran out of gas, if you ran your truck through a fence, (um Lacey, Jess) if you needed a snake killed, whatever, he was there. He was the guy who stopped if someone was broke down on the side of the road.
He was battle scarred and leather worn. A scar on the side of his face from a run in with a prisoner when he was military police, a plate in his arm and titanium in his cheek from a horse incident. He had surgery on his shoulder about two day before Lacey was to leave for her first College Rodeo up in Colby, Kansas. Come hell or high water he was going to her Rodeo. He rode in the backseat with his arm strapped to a pillow in the air for 12 hours. He had to sleep sitting up in the truck all weekend because he couldn't lay down. I'm not sure how much of the trip he remembered. But he was there.
The best way to explain my Dad and what he was to us.............He was our John Wayne.
He was bigger than life, he was as tough as nails and as strong as an ox.
And as corny as it sounds………….
He was a man with true grit. "
Thank you peas for all the support you have been to me.
This is the letter I wrote that my son-in-law read at the funeral. I knew I couldn't do it.
"Since Dad passed away, I have been trying to figure out what to say about him. How to tell everyone here who he was and what kind of man he was.
How do I explain what he meant to us. I know I don’t have the words to do him justice.
Our Dad was not perfect. He was a first sergeant in the Army and sometimes he was a first sergeant at home. He did not like to be argued with. He was always right even when he wasn’t. He was a “my way or the highway kind of guy”.
He was also a man who took care of his family. He was always there for us. He was steady and strong. He was the one you called when you were in trouble. You could count on him. If your car needed fixed, if you ran out of gas, if you ran your truck through a fence, (um Lacey, Jess) if you needed a snake killed, whatever, he was there. He was the guy who stopped if someone was broke down on the side of the road.
He was battle scarred and leather worn. A scar on the side of his face from a run in with a prisoner when he was military police, a plate in his arm and titanium in his cheek from a horse incident. He had surgery on his shoulder about two day before Lacey was to leave for her first College Rodeo up in Colby, Kansas. Come hell or high water he was going to her Rodeo. He rode in the backseat with his arm strapped to a pillow in the air for 12 hours. He had to sleep sitting up in the truck all weekend because he couldn't lay down. I'm not sure how much of the trip he remembered. But he was there.
The best way to explain my Dad and what he was to us.............He was our John Wayne.
He was bigger than life, he was as tough as nails and as strong as an ox.
And as corny as it sounds………….
He was a man with true grit. "
Thank you peas for all the support you have been to me.
