My Father
by
Betty Eskdale
(Age: 63)
copyright 08-31-2001
Age Rating: 7 to 127
Eulogies are written for great men.
My father was such a man.
Fiercely protective of his wife and family, he tried to pass on his values to his children.
A deep thinker surrounded by books and the wealth of ideas they brought him;
Philosophical and appreciative of the wonders of the world and the joys of close relationships.
But very shy.
Diversity intrigued him - arguments kept his blood flowing.
Religious discussion was a favourite, he was well-versed in this topic.
Quick of temper and sharp of wit he was a powerful adversary
Advocate for Female Rights
Honoured by his long-term neighbours and family
Appreciated by co-workers
Yet, he could never figure out why we loved him.
Lover of poetry,
Lover of music from Danse Macabre to There'll Never Be Another You
Photographer, he built a dark room and pored over books about lenses, shutter speeds and angles
Sunday outings to Assiniboine Park, the Dairy Queen on Sunday afternoon, shooting or biking with a son,"swimming" in an inner tube at the beach, learning the Twist from our Iowa relatives, rubbing the cut end of a cucumber with the other cut end to get the sour milk taste out, rolling pastry for a pie, making ginger bread bears- to the delight of all who ever tasted one, growing magnificent tomatoes, woodworking, rock polishing, distinctly beautiful penmanship
Books everywhere, sharpened pencils, crossword puzzles, keeping the mind sharp.
Newschannel on the television.
Pride in his children, joy in his cats, love and devotion to his wife
We, the children and grandchildren, who honour him will miss him
We are greatly saddened by his loss.
Written by his daughter Betty on his cremation day July 2, 1999 as he goes to join his beloved Fran.
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I read this submission more than once, it took me that long to be able to gather my composure long enough to say that you did a beautiful tribute to your Dad. Thanks for the reminder of why I loved him so much.
Thank you for your lovely remarks. It is still hard to read this, but good too. I would never want to forget and I am so glad the words I have written will help others to know him, as I did...
Absolutely beautiful tribute to your father. He sounded like a wonderful strong man to know. Also sounds like you were part of a warm loving family - which always makes me smile when I read this about families.
Thank you Sunny, we did appreciate him while we had him around and that is a wonderful thing, no regrets...I would like to write a tribute to my mother, wonder if I can do her justice, people are so much more complicated than we think when we pigeonhole them.
I agree, his stern manner made some fear him, but he was a "pussycat" deep down. He wanted things done the right way, nothing slipshod for him...he was a complicated man with many interests, I almost could write a book, but I am afraid I would be contradicted by some, and my memory isn't always 100%.
Hey big sis!! We will always miss dad, and love him. And after mom died, he discovered that he was indeed loveable (funny time to find out, in your 80's). Those bears were the best gingerbread I've ever eaten, but dad's real legacy was 6 bright, fairly well-rounded children, 4 girls and 2 boys that he had with mom. He touched many lives and people that I meet here at the ranch knew him or knew of him and either liked him or hated him (his work manners), but across the board, they all respected him! Love, little sister, Buns
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