Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Reflections on losing my father

A father will always be his daughter's first love. The man by whom  most other men will be measured against. And my dad was no slouch. He was a good looking, strong man who served his country in World War II and worked hard to provide for his family. I grew up in a family that had four kids, two other sisters and a brother and dad was a disciplinarian and expected us to obey. Of course we did, but then we also rebelled too. More than anything, though, dad was a strong believer in God and we were in church every time the doors were open. He and mom taught us to love the Lord and to know what was right and what was wrong. Because of their guidance, I am sure that is what helped me to grow into the person I am today.
I don't want to talk about the serious times though, I want to tell about some of the things that were so fun for me with dad. I loved going fishing with him. Just about the last time we went together was at Curecanti creek in Colorado. Mom and dad and Bob and I went stream fishing. Dad and I were together and catching brooks quickly. Soon Bob joined us and his creel was empty while ours were full. When we asked why, he said he had been throwing out the little ones and we laughed so much. Bob had been so used to fishing at Taylor Park Reservior that the stream fish seemed too small to keep. What a great time we had together.
I loved hunting with him too. I still have the remains of a bullet that dad took out of a deer that he shot while we hunted together. He told the greatest stories about fishing and hunting. And his stories of when he was in the war. I am so glad that I took the time to record a lot of the war stories one year while visiting him and mom.
But the most fun of all was playing golf with dad. He was a natural golfer. His short game around the greens was awesome. He had some stories of golf games too. I know that he loved playing with Lee Trevino in the pro-ams that were held in Fort Worth, Texas. And he kept the $100 bill that Lee autographed when dad's team beat Lee's.  I am so glad that I have these precious memories of dad.
I know that Heaven was rejoicing when dad entered and came face to face with Jesus. I do not weep without hope, because I know I will see him again someday.
I love you daddy for being so wonderful to me. You were an awesome man and great father!

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