{"id":6041,"date":"2024-10-17T06:08:00","date_gmt":"2024-10-17T06:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cindyswriting.com\/?p=6041"},"modified":"2024-10-14T21:54:37","modified_gmt":"2024-10-14T21:54:37","slug":"tribute-to-my-father","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cindyswriting.com\/index.php\/2024\/10\/17\/tribute-to-my-father\/","title":{"rendered":"Tribute to my father"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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On October 17, 2010, my husband and I were wandering the paths of Northern Ireland, photographing rainbows. Later when we got back to our B&B I received an email from my sister telling me that my father had passed away. She noted the exact time. We had known it was coming for the last couple of days. We were unable to get home early. Despite the pain of all that, I realized that we hadn’t seen the rainbows Ireland is famous for until the very hour my father passed.<\/p>\n\n\n

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The cover of this book is special to me. It features a rainbow we saw the hour my father passed away.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n

On the plane on the way home, I wrote the following that was read at the funeral. I recently realized this was on an old blog of mine that I’m working to clean out and close, so I’m posting it here on the 14th anniversary of his death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I\u2019m proud to say that my dad was a member of the greatest generation\u2014raised 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had a huge heart. He observed family gatherings from his recliner and we will never forget some of what he said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shut the door. Were you born in a barn?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When\u2019s dinner? My stomach thinks my throat\u2019s cut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Where did [insert name] go? Is [insert name] with you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(He was always keeping track of everyone.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Did you get something to eat? Have some more!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Watch those kids. They\u2019ll run out the door and into the street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Take my car. It\u2019s full of gas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thinking about those things now makes me realize the important role of guardian he played for our family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My dad was a war hero. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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: \u201cI 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ve probably heard his war stories. Early on the stories were about the places he\u2019d 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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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: \u201cI 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\u2019d 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019ve been blessed to have had a father like that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019s promise that there is more to come. I\u2019m happy for him that he has no pain now, that he\u2019s safe in the arms of his Savior.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now it\u2019s 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\u2019t run into the street. We will have to keep track of everyone and make sure everyone has eaten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u2019s troubles so that they will at least have a chance. If we do this, he has taught us well. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTo those who carry on I will say one thing. If you have God on your side you can\u2014and you will\u2014 survive anything. Goodbye my dears\u2014please pass the torch on to our succeeding generations\u2014your story will be precious to them.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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