I got the call today my father passed away this morning.
They found him around 8am.
I pray he went to sleep last night and dreamed a beautiful dream
And somehow, he felt the love of all that knew him, when the whisper of God called him
…and he soared even higher than he did in his P51 ... above the hills and streams.
There is nothing like a son to a father and a father to his son
I remember always awaiting his call, or me dialing him and telling him anything I could on the phone that a young boy could say.
…because he was my Dad. I knew he understood. Knowing he called me son; I was never alone.
For us we never had a cross word, or struggles between us
but there were years of silence when my mother moved away
…and later as I grew.
Clear memories of my summer visits to Pennsylvania, driving past cornfields,that the ring-necked pheasants flew over low.
He would play loud music at 5am for me to wake to. Great songs I would never know without him, and I now love too.
Then he’d take me back to my mother and we headed back south to home.
Knowing it would be a year later when I’d see my Dad again.
Maybe I’d be taller, maybe I'd be smarter, but my counting the days until I returned started as my Dad pulled away.
He listened to Meat Loaf, Marty Stuart, and Daryl Hall. Polkas and Jazz.
He loved to tease my sisters. Always greeted strangers; like he knew them all.
He loved to laugh.
That was how he lived. In the moment. He loved life up to his last.
He was joyous and sought out reason to be happy, while his world may be frayed.
He was a fisher, he was a hunter, and a musician. He was a pilot.
He served our Country in World War 2.
He was a florist and he loved to dance.
An interesting and passionate man.
He was flawed and he was flawless.
He was fierce and he was odd. Kind and stubborn too.
He loved the beauty of this world and a hearty discussion.
About music, engines, airplanes or cars.
Politics too.
In the last days; his body was failing, but his mind was sharp.
He did not want to leave.
He was probably waving to me in my sleep last night, like he always did, each time I drove away..
God bless my Dad. I loved our days. I am proud I am his son.
He’ll always be a part of me. He called me number one.
Goodbye for now to my Dad; your work here is through.
He’ll always be a part of me and everything I do.
David Koons - 1 hour ago
CommentShare this: Facebook TwitterDeletePRINT
Homepage
Funerals & Tributes
Flowers & Gifts
Our Services
Plan Ahead
Resources
Testimonials
Contact Us
Blog
Facebook BlogBack to top
NFDA Logo
Illinois Funeral Director Logo
Southern Illinois Salukis Logo
NubAbility Logo
St. Jude Children's Research Hospital Logo
Girl Scouts of America Logo
©️ 2020 Baldauff Family Funeral Home and Crematory. All Rights Reserved.
Made with love by funeralOne
TRANSLATE THIS WEBSITE:
Select Language▼
