Monday, January 30, 2012

Tribute to a dad

My father passed away on the 1st, he would have been 77 in February. Back in June he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He had the cancer removed and then went through a barrage of chemo and radiation treatments. He was better for a while but eventually relapsed. The cancer hadn't returned it was the treatments that eventually killed him.

He had a living will made years ago. His wishes were clearly spelled out about what he wanted and didn't want. I'm grateful that he did that. His loved ones (especially my mother) weren't forced to make those kinds of decisions about his life. If there is any silver lining in all this it is that we had some extra time together, and nothing was left unsaid.

Dad was a sociable person and had plenty of friends. I saw people at the funeral he hadn't worked with in over 15 years. But they still came out to pay their respect to this man they still thought a lot of. One of his favorite things to do after he retired (weather permitting) was to make himself a cup of coffee and go out on his front porch. Sometimes he would sit there for hours, talking with neighbors or the mailman, or anyone else that might come walking by. It didn't matter if he knew you or not, if you came within earshot he was going to talk to you. During the summers you could often see him on his riding lawnmower. After cutting his own yard he might just keep going and cut the neighbor's too.My dad was one of six kids born to a poor family in rural Kentucky. This was during the great depression and there never seemed to be enough of anything to go around. Growing up, more than a few times he told a story about when he was a boy. His father had bought a pig to raise for food but my dad began treating the animal like a pet. One day his family was having meat for supper (a rare occasion). While eating he began looking around, wondering where his pet pig was. His dad told him to just shut up and eat your pork chops. My dad always told that with a laugh and a smile but I'm sure there was some sad truth in it. Times were tough.

When he was 8 my dad had to quit school to go the work, and he would continue working for the next 54 years. He had some pretty hard jobs when he was younger. He took what he could get. Without a formal education that's about all he could get. When men of that generation needed work it didn't matter what it was, they searched until they found it. There was no job "beneath" them, what was beneath them was being unemployed. In the early sixties he finally found a good job when he was hired by the local power company. He would spend the next 37+ years trying to keep people's power on.

In the late fifties he also spent two years in Germany serving his country. As a small boy I remember being disappointed to find out my dad did "nothing" when he was in the service. It just didn't make sense to my young mind. I knew I had the greatest dad in the world. If he was in the army he must have been some John Wayne-type war hero. He just had to be.

But he wasn't any movie star hero; my dad was just an average working guy. He never won any medals or saved the day. What he did was trudge off to work day after day at a difficult and dangerous job, a job that sometimes he liked, others he didn't. But he kept on going to make sure the bills were paid. Like countless other dads since the beginning of time, he did what was necessary to make sure that those he loved were taken care of. Later, with some age and maturity, I came to realize that my dad really was a hero. Not the kind that get their pictures in the paper, but the kind that keeps this world spinning around.

7 comments:

Jim said...

God bless you and your family. I lost my mother about 2 years ago and I feel for you. May the life that your father lived be a constant reminder of the good times you shared.

Guffaw in AZ said...

I'm sorry for your loss. I lost my father way too early 35 years ago.

Bob S. said...

Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this time.

Later, with some age and maturity, I came to realize that my dad really was a hero. Not the kind that get their pictures in the paper, but the kind that keeps this world spinning around.

That is a pretty awesome tribute to him.

DaddyBear said...

Sounds like a good man made a good father.

MauserMedic said...

Condolences. I believe we could use more men with his qualities these days.

Jason said...

My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. I am sorry for your loss.

Wilson said...

Thanks to all of you for your comments and emails. I really appreciate it; you have helped me in a tough time.