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A poem from Daughter to be read at her fathers memorial, he gave her a sense of humor and taught he not to dwell on the sad things but to find the good things and laugh
What is your name : Beth Lawson
Who do you want the poem written for: My Daddy (Richard "Dick" Lawson)
Why do you want the poem written: To express some of my feelings for my Dad, and I would like to read this at his memorial service (this will not be until May 2, this was his birthday).
What are the key messages you would like to send: I miss my Dad.Thank you for giving me a sense of humor,and not to dwell on the sad things. Find the good in every situation. Laugh, laugh, and then laugh again.
Do you have any funny, sad, happy, embarrassing or otherwise memorable moments that you would like to share: Every morning we would start the day with "Good morning sunshine, good morning grasshopper".We got into so much trouble for bringing Sissy, Fred, and Fritz home. These were our dogs from the last 25 years. My Mom didn't really want any of them, but she became so attached to all three that if Daddy or I even mentioned it, we got into more trouble.Daddy never let me forget that they paid $0.25 for me in Germany.He taught me humor and the jokes that he played on me. April Fools day, he always told me that it was snowing and I always fell for it.He was in the Army for 20 years, a drill seargent. His trainees called him Boss. He always said not to call him 'Sir', he was a working man. I am very proud of that.He loved to listen to Rush Limbaugh, and it really didn't matter if you liked to listen or not, you had to.He loved his computer, and he played card games everyday. He took some of the card games so serious. He would cuss at the computer when he thought hthe other players were cheating, he would say "You lying, cheating, son-of-a-bitch!" And he would get out a wrench or a pair of plyers and hit the computer.NASCAR racing was one of his passions. When I was little, he would ask me to bring him his tool box to sit by his recliner, and I would do it. He told me that they might need his help during the race and he would be ready. Of course I would do it, believing every word he said.He loved to eat. I was in a cooking contest, I was making an apple pie in a bag, he ate every one of those apple pies for at least two weeks. He never complained and yes I won. He didn't cook much but he sure would eat. He would make ham salad. He never gave me his exact recipe.He loved to travel, he always said that he was on his way to Australia, so after meeting you Allen, it held even more of a special meaning to both of us. When I was growing up, we moved at least every 3 years, because of the Army. During my adult life, I conitnued to move at least every 3 years, I told Daddy that he did that me to me and he just laughed.Daddy loved to watch movies, and you had to watch movies at least 3 times, because you missed the really good stuff the first two times around.We had to listen to country music - it didn't matter if you liked it or not. He would get up early, before the rest of the us, turn the volume up all the way, and play the same song over and over until the entire household got up. What a way to wake up.Mowing grass and tinkering with lawn mowers. He couldn't wait for the grass to grow so he could cut it. Not only would he cut our grass, but he would cut the alley grass, from one end of the neighborhood to the other.When I was very small, I had just been to the denist. I had no problems. A few days later, we were in the car going somewhere, I stated from the backseat that I had this terrible toothache. I knew what would help it immediately, if I had an ice cream cone from the Dairy Queen my toothache would go away. So, we stopped to get an ice cream, and my toothache stopped immediately. Imagine that! During my adult life, we would ioccassionaly have "toothaches", but the dog would have to finish the ice cream.
Do you have any other comments or thoughts: I will never regret the last two years. I moved back home to take care of Daddy so I could fulfill the promise that I made to him, not to put him in a Nursing Home. I would take care of him, and I did.Please end the poem with "Daddy, I'm being careful"
What style of poem would you prefer (happy, sad, romantic etc.): happy and sad, I want to remember the wonderful times that we shared, but I miss him.
Please choose which package you would prefer:Economy
Do you have any last comments or thoughts: Thank you Allen!
Being Careful
| I miss my Dad, and those four words leave so much to say, what I wouldn't give for one more chat, what I wouldn't give for just one more day. But clocks, they only go in the one direction, and those hands, there's no turning them back, so now, I want to tell you about my Dad, because there are so many qualities he never lacked. Today is, was, is his birthday, so I'm not going to be sad, even for a while, because Dad gave me a sense of humor, and importantly, he taught me how to smile. He said, "don't dwell on the sad things", because time, he knew it goes pretty fast, he knew to find good in every situation, because he knew, that one day will be your last. Laugh, laugh, and then laugh again, listen, I think I can hear him laughing now, good morning sunshine, good morning grasshopper, Dad, come step up here and take a bow. Because he taught me so much in life, and he taught me to just do the best that you can, he was in the Army for twenty years, a drill sergeant, they called him "Boss", never "Sir", he was a working man. He loved to listen to Rush Limbaugh, and it didn't really matter whether you wanted to or not, in truth, he filled our mornings with country music, so we're going to miss waking up to that an awful lot. He loved his computer and playing card games, but often, there happened to be a bit of a glitch, because he'd get out a wrench and hit the computer, and start screaming: "You lying, cheating, son-of-a-bitch". NASCAR racing was one of his lifelong passions, I can still see the excitement, there on his face, when I was little, I'd bring his tool-box to the recliner, I believed it when he said they might need his help in the race. He loved to eat (especially his very own ham salad), although I guess this should come as no surprise, because I once won a cooking contest, and for two weeks he lived on those apple pies. Some rules: You had to watch a movie at least three times, and you could never let the grass grow under your feet, you have to move house every three years, and did I mention that he liked to eat? I know for sure I'm my father's daughter, because every now and then I have a food dream, and ever since I was little I've had this wisdom, I've known that toothache can be cured by ice cream! I will never regret the last two years, we shared our feelings, they were no longer hid, I promised I wouldn't put him in a nursing home, I promised I'd take care of him, and yes, we did. He always said he was on his way to Australia, and it's funny, I can see him now, sitting in that chair, so it's nice he finally reached his destination, (he always told me he wanted to go there). And now I think I'll finish up, and this is where I'll try not to get too tearful, because my Daddy taught me how to smile and laugh, and yes, don't worry Daddy, I'm being careful. |
Allen Jesson
Comments:
Perfect! There is nothing and I mean nothing that could have said it better.
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