Debbie's Letter

This is a letter from my sister Debbie, which was read at the funeral...

Every little girl looks up to their father, its just what little girls do. Well I'm grown now and have my own family and I still look up to my dad. My dad was a man of integrity. He was honest, dedicated his family, and lived life to the fullest.

Dad never missed the opportunity to show his support and love for me. He liked to teach by example. He was always around for the "once in a lifetime moments." For example, my first steps, first day of school, graduations, weddings, and births of his grandchildren. I felt he wanted to be there with us, and not simply just doing his 'dad duty.' He helped make celebrations
special, but everyday life as well.

Dad had an incredible work ethic. He valued his career as a Funeral Director and spent extra time and energy helping families cope during their time in need. His schedule revolved around his job and he worked many long hours and weekends to meet the needs of the community.

He lived by the philosophy of "work hard, then play hard." He found joy in the outdoors and remained physically active throughout his life. His greatest accomplishment was just 3 months prior to being diagnosed with brain and lung cancer in September 2006. He conquered a rugged cross-country hike to the summit of Pagosa Peak in Colorado (12,640 ft) . He was proud and
shared his adventure and excitement with each of the family members by phone that very same day. Its really not difficult to picture him high atop that mountain.

Dad and Mom planned vacations for the entire family in Colorado over the past 20 (?) years. We did fun and exciting activities, like hot air ballooning, white-water rafting, mountain hiking, camping, and horseback riding. Dad shared his passion for the outdoors with everyone he loved.

I remember when I was young doing other fun stuff close to home with my family. We went canoeing on the Verdigris river (most of that trip was spent dragging the canoe through the slimy water), going fishing, target shooting (I'm still not a 'good shot'). But among the best of all, was sledding behind our Alaskan malamute named Shadrack.

Better know as "Shadrack, number 1 of the Wulfpack."

Dad was typically on the move. He liked a well-groomed lawn, a daily bike ride, woodworking, and hunting with friends. He enjoyed going to his farm and simply hanging out. Many of you may also know him as the KU fan and Red Raven supporter (true, mom was always 'louder' than dad in the stands).

My parents have been happily married for 45 years. They have shared a wonderful sense of love, comittement, and respect. They both value the family and it shows in many ways.

Dad dealt with his cancer with grace and dignity. He continued to protect and support his family even as his life became more difficult. Our family was blessed with the gift of time. We laughed and lovingly lived many of the moments I've shared with you today in honor of my dad.

In closing, our family would like to extend our deepest thanks for your support , love, and kindness. The prayers, cards, visits, meals, and help with transportation for medical care remain greatly appreciated. My dad, will be missed by all.