Dale Watnee

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My name is Dale Watnee. My recent demise has come as a surprise to me but probably not to those that care about me. I am, was, the eldest son of Lloyd and Joanne Watnee, also deceased. I was also preceded in leaving this earthly coil, by my brother David. I, we, leave behind our brothers, Donald (Susan), Lloyd (Suzie), Bryan, Jeff, Cory and my ever-patient sisters Deann and Donna. My sons Daniel (Kacey), Michael and daughters Diane (Cory) and Kate, are the treasures I must now forsake. But, most importantly, I must also abandon the embrace of my grandchildren Drea and Oakley. My heart aches as I write this, knowing that To my nieces and nephews, carry on, pay attention and get back up should you falter. I will watch over all of you forever and send angels in your times of need. I was an Air Force brat and proud of it. My parents took me across our nation and to foreign lands, to bases too numerous to recount, to houses too transient to remember. Yet, I never wanted for anything, least I asked. My heart is full. My memories are held close and shared with all my children, grandchildren and anyone caught within my gaze. To those who felt friendship, kinship and probably just tolerance, I say loudly "Thank you", for your perseverance. Your grace was well earned. I was a superior marbles player, good basketball player, tile setter, supervisor, inventor, marketing agent and meager wood craftsman. But to my eternal joy I was a son, brother, husband, father, grandfather and a contentious friend. I first read this as a young man, carried a copy in my wallet and taped it to the dash of every vehicle I ever owned, to wit: "Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered with defeat than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they dwell in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat." The time draws nigh to close out this life of mine. To that end, I must apologize, beg forgiveness, carry the burden of failure, absorb the bright sunshine of success and the just reward of having tried my best. I leave now in search of the green rolling hills of Innisfree. A note from the family a celebration of Dale's life will be held in the springtime with invitations to follow. All are welcome to attend. Deceased 12/16/2018
Published in The Sacramento Bee on Jan. 13, 2019