My Father was a man I could look up to, a man of strong moral character, and I was genuinely fortunate to have him as my father, and as a role model. He was Fair, Honest, Faithful, and Just. And he expected the same out of others. He was a good provider and always a hard worker, strong, reliable and responsible.
He was natural protector and defender. He could smell a rat or a foul deal a mile away, and he detested liars, cheats, and bullies. He would not hesitate to stand up to them and confront them. He was truly chivalrous. He could read people very well and did not deal with those he did not trust. He was also not afraid to speak his mind, even if it meant ruffling your feathers a bit. He would say “ Well, I'm sorry, but it's the truth”.
Dad grew up in hard times through the Great Depression and as such he appreciated the simple pleasures in life. He was practical and demonstrated Yankee thrift in his daily life. He was not wasteful, but preferred to repair something rather than discard it. It seemed like he was always working on something, because something was always breaking down.
He loved working on anything mechanical. He liked to do projects, especially ones he could learn from. He was not afraid to try to fix something for the first time. And most of the time, he got it right. This same desire He passed down to me. He was a natural hands–on teacher and wanted to share his knowledge with others. He taught me how to work on cars and how to maintain them. And normally during these training sessions, there was always a reference back to how he learned how to do things in the Navy, working on PB-Y's.
He taught me how to use a chainsaw, fall a tree and buck it up, split the wood and stack it. And of course, being a Policeman, he had to teach me how to drive a car and how to shoot a gun, but not at the same time.
He loved hunting, fishing and boating, and was always willing to get out and have some fun on the water. And he turned these into learning opportunities as well, teaching me how to bait a hook, tie a line, or run the boat.
Dad also loved his family, especially large family gatherings where we would share a meal and fellowship. He loved cooking up something special to share with others, like Grandma's Swedish Tea Ring at Christmas, or Smoked Salmon, Oysters, Crab, & Prawns, and let's not forget his favorites: Popcorn, Hotdogs, Pepperoni and yes Navy Bean soup. Oh and he loved his donuts, I guess he was born to be a cop.
Dad loved his country and he showed this by his Military and Law Enforcement Service. He loved his family and showed this through his unwavering dedication to us. He truly had a servant's heart: Loving, Kind and Compassionate. Like Christ, He loved me, even when I made mistakes and the Lord knows I've made plenty of them. He may not have liked my mistakes, but he never stopped loving me.
Dad, I love you and I will miss you. And I know you are looking down right now telling me, Now Yer Loggin'.