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My Father My Hero David was his name but everyone called him Red. He was born June 26 1946 and died October 19 2006. He was a very loving father. He did everything in his power to make sure his family was taken care of. He had a love for the outdoors and anything that came along with it, from fishing to hunting or Just relaxing in the woods taking in all the sights and sounds. One thing I could never understand about my dad was how he was so accident prone.

In my eyes he was the strongest man in the world and till is even though he is no longer with us. My dad was an amazing father and man. He worked a very hard and grueling welding Job to take care of my mom, my sister and myself. He never Judged anyone and was the most accepting of me and things I was going through as a kid and even as an adult. He would give anyone the shirt off his back or the food on his plate If they needed It. He was the backbone of my family. He would teach my sister and I how to build things and let us play with a hammer and nails and a block of wood.

I till have a little end table I made in the basement with him when I was around 5 or 6. When it came to the outdoors it was the only thing that could calm him if he had a bad day. He would head up to Middle Creek and sit and watch the wildlife and listen to all the noises from the bugs to frogs and the birds chirping away. When I was younger I can remember him coming home from hunting and saying how even though he didn’t get anything Just being alone out there In the woods was gratifying for him.

He would spend most of his downtime either at Speedwell or Middle Creek just relaxing by fishing or sitting there and reading a book. My dad was a fighter and never gave up regardless of how hard It was or what road blocks were In his way. The first time I can remember my dad and a hospital room was when I was around 8 years old. He was crushed between two rollers that would roll sheet metal very thin to make into underground gas tanks. He should have died then but stunned all the doctors by not only living but being able to still walk.

Over the course of the next 25 years or so he had multiple surgeries on his neck and sack. He lost most of the feeling on his left side due to nerve damage and walked with a cane. In 2005 he was at work and a machine broke and dropped a piece of sheet metal that knocked my dad to the ground and shattered his hip he was 62 at the time. He had a full hip replacement and tried to return to the Job he loved but hated and his first day back he fell and decided it was time to hang his welding gear up and say goodbye to the only Job I can remember him having.

Within the next year I could see a change In his pain and vision. He had to give up his license because he was pretty much blind from glaucoma. In August of 2006 he was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. The doctors told us he had about 3 months to live and he fought at 4:mama. I was asleep at the foot of his bed. I am thankful to have had the chance to tell him that it would be k, he didn’t want to hear it but I needed to say it. I have never met anyone like him. He was the most loving father anyone could ask for. I try to raise my own children like he raised me with unconditional love.


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