Stanley D. Comer

To My McMolly and your family.
I hope this isn't too late but than my husband always said I will be late to my own funeral. I don't know what I can add that hasn't already been said. Your dad was always a joy to us and we play his CD everyday. He could play a mean fiddle. Stories were wonderful. He sure knew how to make everyone comfortable at so many gatherings. We thank him for studying with Bill and leading him into the Truth. His wife Nan studied with me a couple of years before...

It has been some 30 years since I saw your father, but the one thing that I always will remember was a cold Tuesday Night in Escondido, in about 1968.

It was the Tuesday Night book study, which Stan was conducting. A phone call came in for him regarding emergency at work. Now, since he was most a Phone Company Repair Instructor who taught the men who climbed the poles and brought communications into the home, we couldn’t imagine what type of emergency that needed his...

Father Dear:

I once passed a note to you and wrote: "Thanks for being my dad". You repliled: "Thanks for being my daughter." I cherish this note and memory that I've tucked inside my bookbag and heart where warm thoughts of you are always with me. Just remembering that you were always my greatest supporter, helps me cope with my loss.

I miss your funny grin and timely stories that you could quote. Just today I wondered what wise words of wisdom you'd be sharing with me...

Father Dear:

I once passed a note to you and wrote: "Thanks for being my dad". You repliled: "Thanks for being my daughter." I cherish this note and memory that I've tucked inside my bookbag and heart where warm thoughts of you are always with me. Just remembering that you were always my greatest supporter, helps me cope with my loss.

I miss your funny grin and timely stories that you could quote. Just today I wondered what wise words of wisdom you'd be sharing with me...

Stan's family in New Zealand send condolences. My mother (Cathy Robinson Strong) always said her Uncle Stan was the best looking man in the world, even into his 80s. My grandfather (Robby Robinson of Bremerton) always said his brother-in-law Stan was the nicest man in the world. He had a great reputation and our family will miss him. Amanda Strong

Stan was one of my best friends at Pacific Bell.The stories he could tell from his vast experience.What a character!A truely unique personality.

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. My memories of Stan from my childhood were of a happy, loving family man. My prayers and thoughts are with you.

The surf is up, somewhere. The sun is shinning brightly, somewhere. For those who like the call of the wild, its calling, somewhere. For those mistakenly disturbed people who like the rain, its raining, somewhere. Of course if you live where you do live then the word somewhere in not appropriate. Name any delight that a person may wish to have and it is surely to be found somewhere. However the true delight can only be found in one place. That is where your father will next open his...

My heart and love go out to you, Molly, my friend. God Bless and keep you safe.