I am Raymond's youngest daughter Deanna. My Father was such a kind, patient man with a gentle loving spirit. He blessed my childhood with many cherished magical moments such as leaving me notes entitled "thought for the day" in every lunch he made me when I attended Grace Lutheran Parochial School from 6th through 8th grade. I'd eagerly await lunch time anticipating his notes content. My other favorite memory is Dad was never too busy to stop what ever he was doing when I, along with my friends would be bored and come to him pleading for games we could play during summer vacation. I remember the wooden stilts he made me assuring there were no splinters before handing them to me and his patience teaching me how to walk in them securely.
I always smile when recalling the numerous times I'd bring home stray animals crying after being told they couldn't be kept only to awaken hearing Dad making a bed for them on the porch while telling them "don't worry, you'll be ok" in a loving reasurring voice.
Dad filled my childhood with music and was never without creative encouragment to practice my organ lessons by singing along making every lesson a joyous occasion.
I feel such a deep sense of pride, gratitude and humility to be his daughter and I'm comforted by knowing my Fathers' legacy is the Grace of his Humanity.