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Monday, November 4, 2013

Never to Return Home

I realize I've been gone awhile and I wish I had some awesome excuse, but I don't. I have a handful of adventures and one very sad event. In September, I lost my father. He was 92, so he lived a very long life, but he is missed by many. I thought I would put together a blog post in honor of the man who raised me.

Dad's Memorial Folder

Golf Themed Casket Spray

Memorial Table



Casket in Hearse




Final Salute

Flag with Sunflower

My Father’s Eulogy

 My Dad once said, “You’ve seen one rock, you’ve seen them all.” He was talking about the Rocky Mountains. My Dad did not realize how wrong he was. I have always known that not all rocks are alike. I just wish he’d known that, too. You see he was my rock. And there isn’t another one like him.

How can I begin to explain? When I was born, he ignored advice to fence in the back yard. Thank You! Now the whole world is my backyard and the outdoors my playground. He let me experience life and was right there along with me. Feeding me an ice cream cone. Teaching me to ride a bike. Kissing my skinned knee. He read to me, a lot. He made me read to him. Showed me whole new worlds opened up with the power of imagination. Showed to all of my violin concerts. He was a fiddle man. Enough said. Remained constant and calm throughout my teenage years. Not an easy task. Gave me a great gift of roots and a strong foundation through 46 years of marriage to my Mom. Put up with more crazy antics in my 20s. The moves to Denver. Keeping my dog when I studied in London. I think my Dad must have been relived when I settled down. Most recently he blessed Chris and I with his respect. He told Chris thank you for taking such good care of his daughter.

My Dad was my rock and this allowed me to grow roots, but it also allowed me to branch out into the world. To start my own life and to lay down a solid foundation of my own.

In closing, I would like to sing the last verse of Tori Amos’ Winter. It speaks for me when I can not…

Hair is gray and the fires are burning
So many dreams on the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I’ll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
Never Change
All the White horses

I hope you never doubted I was proud of you Dad. Thank you for being my rock.

Maple in the Back Yard


5 comments:

Barbara Shallue said...

Oh, Vickie, I didn't realize you lost your dad in September, too. And they had so many similarities...the Navy, golf, being wonderful dads to their daughters and teaching us to be strong women. This is such a wonderful tribute to him. Sending you a big hug!

Gwen said...

Beautiful post & thoughts Vickie.

Hilary said...

So sorry for your loss,

VM Sehy Photography said...

Thank you Hilary. I miss him, but I am grateful he was my Dad. I have many fond memories of him and that makes me happy.

VM Sehy Photography said...

Gwen - Thank you for the compliment. I still miss him.

Barbara - Thank you for the hugs. Our dads did have a lot in common. Like you, I think it would be cool if they are playing a round of golf in the afterlife.