Floyd Andersen- my best friend's dad
Addie – you are my best friend and have been for almost 51 years. (Ever since the first day of first grade when I came home to tell my mom I had a new friend named Addie Mae!) You have been the constant in my life –my safe haven—my sister—my confidant (yes… you have most of my secrets)—and have always been my grounding rod.
When we were little girls, we played at each other's homes and your house rules were different than my house rules. I first learned to sit up straight and eat at the table at your house, whereas we ate around the counter at my house. Your home was proper and orderly and there were unspoken rules of behavior. Your dad led grace at every meal. We ate with our napkins on our laps and our elbows off the table. His quiet voice let us know that our best behavior was expected. I learned about faith.
Your kitchen ceiling was lined with beautiful blue plates that your Dad collected—Danish plates—and I would sit quietly and eat (very fast compared to your family!!) and gaze at each scene on each one. Each plate was dated and your Dad enjoyed collecting each year's new plate to add to his collection. I learned your Dad was proud of his Danish heritage and loved to collect valuable pieces of art. I was always done eating before anyone and learned the value of patience.
When we were through with dinner, your Mom would start bustling around getting the dishes done and your Dad would retreat to the living room with the newspaper. We didn't have to help with the chores, but were set free to run. However, if we were headed outside we had to WALK through the living room with dignity… and then start running again at the door. Your Dad never told us to WALK, but somehow we knew better than to run. I learned the value of respect.
Through the years of grade school and high school, you and I were together so much that most of my memories include you in some way. Your parents were in charge of me a lot—and never once did either one of them ever raise their voice to me. I behaved at your house—because I knew I was supposed to. Not out of fear, but because that was expected. I learned how to act in public by mimicking your family's quiet ways.
Despite being rebellious teenagers (Floyd and Jock must have been tearing their hair out!), Addie, you and I grew up to be responsible adults and parents ourselves. It is because our fathers taught us so much not with words—but by actions of love, kindness and respect.
Floyd was a huge influence in my life—in fact helped me stay on the right path—and I admire and respect him – not just as your Dad—but as a strong and true man.
I love you Addie.
I think I deleted part of my message before I submitted. Sharon and Addie we are so sorry for your loss. We can be sure that he is in the very best place of all and that he is at peace. We fondly remember living across the street from your family in Richmond, MO. We lived coming over to play cards! If George could travel that far we would have driven up for the funeral. Our prayers are with both of you and Dorothy .
My name is Karen Knudson Smith and I am the daughter of Ila and Wallace Knudson of Harlan, Iowa. My husband, Jeffrey, and I want to express our sincere sympathy. It must be very difficult to say good-by to a husband of 65 years and we hope that your memories, family, friends and faith will sustain you during this difficult time.
You remain in our thoughts and prayers for comfort.
Floyd was a man who deeply loved his family and his LORD. As my "Uncle in law" he always offered a warm welcome, a smile, and a hug. His quiet grace and kindness will be remembered by all who knew him. As hard as it is to say goodbye, I know you find comfort in his peace and joy in the presence of the LORD. He will be missed!
So sorry to hear about your dad. May the wonderful memories you have of him help you through this difficult time.