
Today we laid my Dad to rest next to his beloved wife, Darlene, at his family gravesite in Shelton.
The weather was beautiful, ordered up especially for Dad. The service was a perfect fit for my Dad, a man of simple tastes, and included some memories provided by each of the 5 kids (mine is below). He was a very loved man!
The service ended with Vince Gill's rendition of
Go Rest High on that Mountain, followed by the Military presentation of the United States Flag. It was extremely emotional to be presented with a flag from our nation with their gratitude for his service to our country.
I have shed lots of tears over the last week and am so thankful for the time that I got to spend with my Dad. He will be greatly missed!
Dad's former bosses, Arne Vemo and Rodney Broome, from The Vemo Company, were at the service today, along with Dad's nurse, Virginia, from Dr. Kleeman's office at St. Francis. I know Dad would have appreciated their presence, just as I did.
Thank you to all my family and friends that attended the service today. It is an incredibly long drive, especially considering some of you had never met him. I truly appreciate your taking the time out of your busy schedules to help support me. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am loved! It was evident by all of the caring faces in the crowd this afternoon. It was your love and support that enabled me to make it through today.
Only time moves on to the next scene;
memories remain part of the heart forever.
Dad, you will be in my heart forever. I will look forward to our next Wednesday night dinner, when I join you in Heaven one day!
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I remember my Dad as a very strong man; not only his physical strength, but also his strength of character. I always felt safe when I was with him.
Dad and Darlene used to love to dance. When my sister and I were little, we would go to these big ballroom dances held at the Seattle Center. We’d sit and watch them dance for awhile, and then it would be my turn. Since I was young and didn’t know the steps, Dad would pick me up and set me on top of his own feet. He’d do the dancing and I’d go along for the ride. I remember feeling very grown-up, but also very safe and secure.
My Dad could build almost anything and he could fix almost anything. If he couldn’t fix it, he could certainly jimmy-rig it to make it work. The man was a master with a roll of duct tape.
The one thing he couldn’t fix was his broken heart after Darlene died. Although his passing has left a huge void in my life, I take comfort knowing that he is finally happy again, and dancing in Heaven with the love of his life.