Goodbye Dad
Dad was a man of few words, as my Mother had said, on more then one occasion.
However, It took me awhile to realize that this was one of his great strengths.
Of course, he loved to retell of days gone by, about his youth, the navy and tales of his own father.
He always just wanted to live in the home he worked so hard for, and enjoy the kind of peace
that could only be found there. Away from a world that could be at time hostile and cruel.
And in that, he was successful.
Dad was a loving father and husband, rarely angered, and the most patient person I have ever
come to know. He was always a good friend when I needed one, and supported me during
difficult times in my life. He was always happy to celebrate the small wins, and encouraging
even when my own personal passions and pursuits were not always fruitful.
Dad enjoyed simple pleasures, and was never driven by materialistic desires. He loved a good
movie and recorded countless titles that he loved to share and watch with others when he could.
I remember he used to call action movies, (which were a favorite) "shoot em ups" ,
which I always found amusing. It was nice to see as time progressed, he mostly took
pleasure in films about people and stories of the human spirit, and wasn't afraid to shed the
occasional tear if they were called upon.
In a similar way I'll always remember the life of a man who lived and loved with unwavering
christian strengths and kindness. But most of all, I will miss my friend.