Harold Oliver Borden

May your hearts soon be filled with wonderful memories of joyful times together as you celebrate a life well lived.

Memories of Dad
My memories of Dad was that he worked all the time at really hard jobs; concrete, sprinkler systems, yardwork, cars etc. He was steadfast and steady and rock solid. If a family member called and needed help with a car, pouring concrete, yardwork or whatever, he tried to be there. He checked on his parents every day in their later years. He loved having extended family meals, picnics, hiking and just being around the family. He always wanted to attend family reunions and get to gathers. There would be lots of teasing and laughter at these times.

He wasn't perfect He grew up with parents who never touched or told each other that they were loved. It hurt that he couldn't tell us his true feelings. He passed that down to us and I always wished he was more demonstrative. He worried about the family and fretted that he couldn't see and enjoy the grandchildren and great grandchildren more. He really wanted to be part of their lives and it just wasn't possible with most of the family so far away or estranged. He didn't want to hurt any one's feelings and worried if he felt that something wasn't quite right in a relationship that he was part of. He wanted the relationships to be put right.

He had a quiet faith in Jesus and the Lord and always wanted to attend church.

Dad and I started developing a really deep friendship after I had been living/working in Virginia for several years. We got to the point that we could speak about any subject and really have some in-depth conversations. We spoke every week for several years.

Dad loved small children. When he worked at Safeway, he would carry pennies around to give the little ones so they could ride on the little airplane at the store. He tried to inter react with every small child that he saw at church so that child would feel special.

It has been really hard the last couple of years to watch him get more and more frail. When the stroke affected his eyesight and hearing, it was so hard to see him living in such an isolated world. My parents did everything together after retirement. They prepared meals and cleaned up, laundry, worked in the garden, shopped together and that ended when he lost his sight. I really think that he missed the chores and the closeness of doing things together.

Harold was a wonderful storyteller and he would hold his audience enthralled. We have many of them recorded and can look back at these and remember the good times. His stories covered traveling in a covered wagon across Colorado at age 5 or 6, growing up in Florissant, CO, working on the Pikes Peak mule train, delivering ice, war stories from WWII, his shenanigans with his twin brother and more.

I will miss you terribly Dad but am glad that you are with Jesus now. Good-bye my very dear friend. You are loved and will never be forgotten.

Diana

You will be missed

Prayers to all of Harold's family and friends.

My heart hurts to hear of Harold's passing... I am truly honored to have had the opportunity to know him and he will forever be in my heart... My thoughts & prayers are with his wife, family, & friends... R.I.P. Mr. Harold...