Oct 23, 2010

Tribute to My Father

My father passed away while we were in Ireland. We just had the funeral yesterday. This is the tribute I wrote that the pastor read.

I’m proud to say that my dad was a member of the greatest generationraised during the Depression, lived through WWII, and worked 65 years until he was forced by health problems to retire at age 80. Although he was a tough old Army sergeant, he had four daughters who called him Daddy.

He had a huge heart. He observed family gatherings from his recliner and we will never forget some of what he said:

Shut the door. Were you born in a barn?

When’s dinner? My stomach thinks my throat’s cut.

Where did [insert name] go? Is [insert name] with you?

(He was always keeping track of everyone.)

Did you get something to eat? Have some more!

Watch those kids. They’ll run out the door and into the street.

Take my car. It’s full of gas.

Thinking about those things now makes me realize the important role of guardian he played for our family.

My dad was a war hero.

He enlisted in the Navy on May 6, 1942 at age 17. He once answered some questions from me in an email. Here are his own words: “I enlisted because our country had been attacked and in such a cruddy way that I thought that we needed to do those people in. Two thousand of our sailors were entombed in the Arizona and that was too much for me to swallow.”

You’ve probably heard his war stories. Early on the stories were about the places he’d been, the people he encountered, and the men he worked with. In later years he began to have flashback type dreams. He remembered something from early in the war.

He worked on an LCI (Landing Craft Infantry) a type of ship that delivered the infantry to a beachhead. The ramps were at that time operated manually. Again in his own words: “I was the guy who went down the Starboard ramp and removed the cable. Another guy went down the Port side.) He remembered a particular time when the troops were under heavy fire. Men were shot and fell into the water. He thought if he could just pull them to the beach, a medic could get to them and at least they’d have a chance. His job was to remove the cable and run back up the ramp so it could be closed. But this time he was delayed because he started pulling the injured men onto the beach. He got in trouble for that. But he was trying to save lives at the risk of his own. That illustrated to me what a hero he was.

He saw 26 months of straight combat. That is so hard to imagine today. He stayed in the military, choosing to enlist in the Army after the war. He was a 20-year veteran, spent the first two years of my life in Korea while we stayed state side. We lived through a devastating earthquake when he was stationed at Fort Richardson in Anchorage, Alaska, and he was involved in search and rescue there. He was honorably discharged on January 1, 1965, at Fort Richardson.

But I, of course, already thought of my dad as a hero. He encouraged me my whole life. He thought I could do anything so long as I just tried. I’ve been blessed to have had a father like that.

The last time I talked to him he said he was glad I was going on my trip. He passed away at an hour when I was in Ireland photographing a full rainbow. A rainbow is God’s promise that there is more to come. I’m happy for him that he has no pain now, that he’s safe in the arms of his Savior.

Now it’s up to us to make sure our cars are full of gas and that we shut our doors to keep in the heat. We will have to make sure the children don’t run into the street. We will have to keep track of everyone and make sure everyone has eaten.

We may never be faced with pulling someone onto a beach while under attack. But we can reach out to someone who is drowning in life’s troubles so that they will at least have a chance. If we do this, he has taught us well.

In 1996 my dad wrote down his memories, mostly of WWII. He wrote a farewell near the end that I feel is appropriate to read now.

“To those who carry on I will say one thing. If you have God on your side you canand you will survive anything. Goodbye my dearsplease pass the torch on to our succeeding generationsyour story will be precious to them.”


  1. Well said, Cindy. LOVE his sayings!

  2. I am so sorry about your Dad Cindy. I know how hard it is...my Dad always wanted to go back to Ireland. He had made some friends there during the War, and I remember as a child my parents sending some hard to find items to them. Dad died in 1982, from mesotheleoma..he got it from making a paste of the asbestos..he was a Chief Water Tender in the Navy.
    God Bless You

  3. Cindy, I'm so sorry about your daddy! It's a beautiful tribute. Loved his farewell. Blessings.


  4. May his memory be eternal. A lovely tribute, Cindy. Thank you so much for sharing...

    the greatest generation, indeed! = ' )

  5. Thank you for this tribute, from a wayfarer... Kathleen