The longest day of my life is the day I lost my Dad, that we lost our dad.
The man who was always there for me, for us
The man who made me who I am who made all of us who we are.
He was our world
Dad was absolutely filled to the brim with unconditional love for every one of us
No matter what we did, my father was there, no matter what decisions we made, he supported us
The only thing he ever wanted from all of his kids was to be happy, that was most important to him.
He was a father like no other...he adopted so many of our friends and cousins, he was just as no
other word would fit him..awesome
With my Dad you always knew he loved you no matter what, and he knew that we all loved him.
He loved his grandkids in the very same way.
He was a man who lived his life the way he wanted to, and he also died the way he wanted to
That gives me great comfort and makes me think he was one of the lucky ones.
His luck was also in his choice of a wife, he found my mom, the love of his life.
I mean how many of us in our lives could find a love like theirs?
We could all be so lucky, to be with someone for a little over 48 years, unimaginable
And still love her as much as the day he married her, she was and always will be his soul mate.
He was with her until his very last minute, and Mom, I donâ??t think he would have wanted it any other way.
He was where he wanted to be, next to you.
Just thinking about my dad makes me smile, his sense of humor, and his contagious laugh.
The way he told jokes and then laughed so hard afterwards, whether we got it or not, but we still laughed anyways.
On Sunday mornings, he would always read the cartoons, and I really think he was the only man who ever got Doonsbury, he would be laughing and laughing and so want to share it with the rest of us. So we would read it, not get it, but laugh because he found such great humor in it we had to laugh. That was my dad.
My father was such a proud man, and had every reason to be. He took pride in his job, which he was the best at. His co workers loved to work with him because they knew that the job would get done good and be done right. He made their time together at work fun and not seem so much like work. He knew he was good but I donâ??t really think he ever knew how very good he was or how respected he was. He was too down to earth to think that. He worked all over the city, the country, everyone knew his name and they all said the same thing about him. He was a great man.
I really had to laugh to myself the other day, I would call to my mom and dads house, my mom would answer the phone, and I would say mom is dad there, She immediately knew I was lost. The man was my road map. Boy am I going to be lost now. So if you see me driving around aimlessly, please point me in the right direction.
My dad was such a great man full of strength, wisdom and love. He ,for us girls, made it hard for the men in our lives to live up to his standards and our ideas of a man.
My brother, who thought he was living in his shadows, whether he knows it or not, has become just as great as a man as my father, how could he not with such an great example
With his grandkids and great-grandkids, he was just beaming with pride, his kids had brought him such great bundles of joy. I could just sit all day and watch him play with one of the babyâ??s he loved so much. With such joy in my heart I would listen to him sing all the silly songs he would sing to all of us when we were little. Just to cheer someone up or just to entertain. Or get on the floor when one of them was throwing a fit and act just like them pounding his hands, screaming. We would all end up laughing in the end, including the little one throwing the fit. So many times he would just sit and hold one of them in his chair, eventually both of them would be asleep, I think he always fell asleep first. He just loved spending time with them, and they all loved him.
He took in every one of his siblings kids, like they were his own, he took in every one of our friends just the same. He was a dad to everyone. As I walked around yesterday and as I heard time and time again, he was like a dad to me. He was, that was a role he took on, and was proud to do it. He was the epitome of what a dad should be and what my dad was. He was proud of every one of his kids as much as he was protective of them. He would fight to the end for all of us, his biological kids and the tons he had adopted in his heart.
The one thing I can say and my brother and my sisters can say as well. We were proud of our father and all that he was, and so very thankful that he was ours....OUR DAD!
This was the Ulogy I wrote with thoughts from me and my family from the day of my Dad's death and his wake. I was honored that read this for his funeral instead of someone who did not know him as well as I! He was and always will be my hero and the greatest man I have ever known!
