Mom wanted me to add my letter that I read at the service. Here it is :)
Seems just a moment ago I had all the time in the world to come over to the house and do what I could to help out. To try to convince you yet again to move closer so that we could spend more time with you and mom.
That time has passed. I now understand you were where you wanted to be, surrounded by things that brought you peace. Mom, the dogs, the birds, your land, and your hobbies. I'm sorry I didn't get it sooner.
I know you are at peace and free from the body that hurt you so.
I like to think that you are back on the boat, or playing pool with the pool stick that you would never let me touch. You've learned pottery and the drums, and are beating the hell out of them.
There are so many great memories of all the parties you would throw. Seahawk games, Pinochle nights, Graduation parties, the Holidays, and Birthdays. Seems like people were always around.
You were such an amazing dad. Always supporting my hobbies and helping with them. Whether it was building doll houses, horseback riding lessons, or ballet, you were always there. I appreciate that more now, seeing how it would have been probably more convenient if I were a boy.
But, I loved doing the guy things with you like fishing and crabbing. It was always so exciting whenever I caught something and you always looked so proud. However, I could've done without peeing in a bucket, another price you paid for having girls.
Or going to Seahawks games with you was always exciting. I can't even remember if we won or lost (probably lost at that time). You would practically bring the entire kitchen with you. Coolers, seat pads, Beer, sandwiches, whatever! I wish it was still like that, but at least I can say I knew when.
I love how close you were with your sisters. Always playing cards with Sheryle and Dave, and watching the Seahawks with Pam. I do those very same things with Shar and think of you.
I always admired how you could say No to something. If I wanted to move into the basement or have you practice driving with me, it was weeks of preparation of why you should say Yes. A presentation was even helpful, because if you said No there was no disputing it.
Nothing was scarier than getting busted by you. Like when Sarah was trying to teach me to French inhale cigarettes in the basement and you snuck up behind me...then that booming voice "Goodbye Sarah, Go home." Oh god, I knew I was in for it. I see now how you never held a grudge. You knew a good kid when you saw 'em and my friends were always welcome even if I did something stupid. It was just a part of growing up.
I remember when I thought I was a computer genius and created my own report card. It wasn't fooling anybody. But I gave it to you and you even rewarded me. Until I was so racked with guilt that I wrote you a letter of confession.
Or when I shoplifted barrettes from the Pay'n'Save and Granny had to come and get me. I still have guilt about that. Because you and mom were at a Seahawks game just to come home and hear me tell you of my sins.
But that is proof of the sense of conscience you instilled in me. To this day I am a terrible liar and wholeheartedly admit so.
I will miss being in my room with my friends and you checking in to see if we wanted Nachos or Popcorn. Or hearing the Mystery Van from a mile away and seeing you pop out with a gallon of milk and an 18 pack of the worst beer ever like Milwaukee Best Light. Or your dead pan reaction like when I called you to tell you that Luke had proposed, and I was like "Isn't it shocking?" And all you said was, " He's a smart kid, so No." 'nough said. Or most of all, hearing you call me Kiddo and asking how I've been.
You are my daddy and I will always think of you as so.
And I love you.