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Lonely is the Home Without You
The Poem I Read at Dad's Funeral
Dad's Obituary
Published in the Florida Times-Union, August 21st, 2007
Announcement
Mom had these cards made up for the funeral guests
Special Mass
Neighbors Holly & Barbie dedicated a Mass to Dad
Special Mass 2
Mom's Friend Charles Prince and His Wife Dedicated a Mass to Dad in Wisconsin
Special Mass 3
Our Friends the Connelly's and the Rozo's Dedicated a Special Mass to Dad
Uncle Jack's Poem
My Uncle Jack wrote a poem he dedicated to Dad
Nephew Peter Robinson's card
Mom received an outpouring of sympathy cards from around the country
Dad's Tree
Dad had a tree planted in his honor
Dad's Star - Who left the light on? I did!
I had a star named after Dad for all eternity
Macon Football Team 1944
Dad is on the upper right, #55 (17 years old)
Macon Basketball Team, 1945
Dad is standing just right of the coach
Dad always loved a good restaurant
Good Times at Applebee's
Mom & Dad with 2 of their 9 grandchildren
Mom & Dad, 2001 with Nicolina & Sydney
2 comments:
For me it's impossible to name just one thing Dad should be remembered for. There are so many wonderful memories I have, how could I pick something and call it "the one thing"?
What always comes to mind is how Dad always wanted us to have the things that he never had in life when he was growing up. To that end, he worked hard... very hard. There was a period of about 7 years in Kansas City where Dad worked 6 days a week. He would leave in the wee hours of the morning before the sun came up, around 5AM. And often he wouldn't get home until 13 hours later, at 6 PM. I can't imagine doing that 6 days a week, getting one day off, and then heading back out the door at 5 AM the next morning. But off he would go.
Dad's hands would often crack and bleed, they were so rough from handling all the cake racks and everything else he had to handle all day long as a route driver for Dolly Madison. When he got home, he would ask us to rub Cornhusker's hand lotion on his hands. Cornhusker's lotion was kind of a hand-lotion-for-men product. No perfumey smell, and no girly color. Just a gooey glob of this thick concoction that you could hardly squeeze out of the bottle, that I guess felt good on your hands.
I think Dad's idea was that if someone rubbed it on your hands for you one hand at a time, it was only half the pain of rubbing your two sore hands together. I never asked him, it's just my theory.
Anyway, my hat's also off to my brother Dave who knows all too well from personal experience what Dad went through with his hands. Maybe he can comment on my theory.
On his day off, Dad dedicated his entire day to us. It was off to church on Sunday morning, followed by a planned activity that all of us kids could enjoy. Mom and Dad took us everywhere, even though we always complained that we never got to go anywhere.
If you have kids, you know exactly what I mean when I say it's funny how things in life tend to repeat themselves.
So, Dad, thank you for working butt off for us. We truly do appreciate it.
My Dad was a wonderful man. He was the best Dad a girl could ask for! What he should be remembered for is heart. He NEVER spoke poorly of anyone.
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