I'd like to share with you all a little about my Dad who is finally succumbing to stage 4 lung cancer after fighting for nearly a year. While the
tumors in his lungs have quit growing the cancer meanwhile spread through his lymph system and is now in his brain. He may not even last another week.
He can no longer walk, stand, sit up or even feed himself which I know must be very difficult for a man who for 82 years has prided himself on never
asking for anything. Just 2 months ago after the super derecho event blew through our town and took out power he showed up at my door with a
generator, 2 coolers full of ice and a portable air conditioner. As sick as he was he drove for 3 hours, went to several stores and came to help even
though no one had asked.
For a very ordinary and unassuming man he really is quite extraordinary. He always had a genuine smile for anyone he met, never complained (not even
during this last year!) and I don't think he called in to work sick even once. He was a product of the depression and learned at an early age how to
hunt if he wanted to have dinner that night. He was the kind of man who could fix damn near anything and if he didn't know he learned how.
There was never a dog that he couldn't make friends with and he was even better with people. He wasn't the type to wait for someone to ask for help
if they needed it, he always volunteered before they could even say a word. For years he helped an injured vet who lived down the street, a man who
suffered severe frostbite injuries during the Battle of the Bulge in WW2. His extremities were so swollen that he could not use his hands and needed
assistance just to get out of bed each day but even in the middle of the night my Dad would go if called.
He provided for my Mother, Brother and myself and we never wanted for anything material. We were never rich but he always managed to take us on
vacation every year. It was from him I received my love of nature and he would often take us camping, hunting and fishing. When we left we always had
more garbage that he had picked up along the way. I remember asking him why he was picking up trash that others had left and he told me that "we
should leave a place better than we found it".
That was and is my Father, a man who leaves the world a better place for his being in it. He taught me to take pride in any work I did, to do it
right, to be honest with others, to be helpful and to be humble. I cannot express how fortunate I feel to have had him for a father.
Maybe you never met my Dad or maybe you were one of those countless people he stopped to help on the highway who were broke down or out of gas.
His spirit will remain as long as his sons, 4 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren and countless friends remember him. No one deserves a good rest
more than my father. He was a Navy vet, a volunteer hunting safety instructor and lifelong NRA member.
Godspeed to you Dad,
With love and respect,
Your son.
edit on 22-8-2012 by Asktheanimals because: formatting