I lost my Dad on this day, August 18th, 2012... I miss you Dad, and for all my friends, and our relatives, here again is the letter that I wrote to you right after your passing.... Dad was an ambassador of the people. He had no enemies. He loved everyone... and everyone loved him. Dad was a complex man, with simple values... treat others as you would like to be treated yourself. Dad was old school and sometimes that stubborn German pride would show it’s face in the things that he did. He took pride in his family, his home, his job, and his hobbies. Dad was not greedy, he shared everything. He offered up his things when he knew you needed them, and he trusted you brought them back washed and cleaned when you were done. Dad was a creator... his mind never stopped thinking. He would think about things you wouldn’t think about... he would see things you would not see... he could size up bad situations and make them right. He did that as far back as I could remember. In the early years, He drove a garbage truck, made little money, worked hard, and yet managed to put a roof over our heads, keep smiles on our little faces, and kept the warmth and passion of love alive with my mom. Back then, he would often say to his friends... look at my wife, isn’t she beautiful. He struggled with keeping that roof over our heads as money got scarce a few years later, and there were nights when we ate rice crispies for dinner by candle light to save money, then a year later he would buy us a swimming pool, so that we all could enjoy a good swim. He worked multiple jobs, which kept him from home even longer, but when he returned he always had that admiration and respect in his eyes for his wife. He took pride in everything he did. His home was his castle, his wife was his queen, and his kids didn’t want to get out of bed for school but we all managed to survive. Dad did so many good things for his family, using all of his creative resources, and managed to roll with the punches each and every time a new struggle got into his path. Dad would often be seen out side, mowing his lawn in Oceanside, and would always wave to a passing nieghbor, then catch them in thier driveways and chat with them for hours. Somewhere during that chat, mom would peep out from behind the front door and chase him back to mowing the lawn, and dad would say to the nieghbor, look at my wife... isnt she beautiful. Dad was a great talker, a story teller, a joker. He could talk with strangers about anything and everything, and before they parted, when the conversation was through... they were friends. He retired, and left Oceanside to put mom in a loving home with a peaceful mountain scenery, where the two of them could relax and enjoy the serenity of upstate life. Leaving the hussle and bussle of Long Island behind. Dad made so many new friends when he moved upstate to Middleburgh, New York. Here he felt like the mayor, because all of the new friends which he had made, treated him with the utmost respect. Here he met kind, gentle people, who understood his jokes, and who laughed even if they weren’t funny.. Or even if they heard it for the third time. Dad worked hard, even though retired, and kept his garden healthy. He kept his marriage healthy, and he kept his love alive and did everything he could to make mom proud. As he grew older, his health began to fail, and he found it harder and harder to be the backbone with the stubborn German pride, but he followed doctors orders and began proceedings with tending to the medical issues that he was faced with. Mom was by his side in the hospital, whispering words of encouragement into his ear, and I’m sure that dad had heard them although he was unable to speak. Leading up to his surgery, he must have told the nurses at the hospital a million corny jokes, he must have kept all the doctors in stitches, and I bet he must have said to all of them, hey look at my wife... isn’t she beautiful. Dad is now looking down upon us all from the Heavens, sharing the peace and love with those whom he called friends that have gone before him. He left us, but too early, but he leaves behind a lifetime of happy memories, and many many hearts filled with love. I know he will most certainly miss my mom, and if he were able to write her a little poem, it would probably sound a bit like this... If I should go tomorrow, it would never be good-bye, for I have left my heart with you, so don’t you ever cry. The love that’s deep with-in me, shall reach you from the stars, you’ll feel it from the Heaven’s, and it will heal all of the scars. There is no greater love on this planet, than the love that kept my mom and dad, husband and wife. Together we shared a good life, the Hoelldobler family will go forward with the long lasting guidance instilled in us by our family leader known as dad. If there’s one thing that he taught us, it is to treat everyone the way you would like to be treated yourself, and the second thing he taught us is that we have one hell of a good lookin’ mom. God bless you dad, I love you. Kevin
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 21:42:01 +0000
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