Today is the 4th anniversary of my fathers passing, and each year I find myself saying, I cant believe he has been gone, one year, two years, three years, and now 4 years. I think about my father so often, but on the anniversary of his passing, even more so. ALWAYS, the first thing I think about is what a GOOD son, husband, father, and role model he was. It bares repeating not only because he shaped his 4 childrens lives at to what is expected of us in each of these roles, he showed us by living his life that way. We were all taught to have a very strong work ethic, and I am very proud to say, that has been passed on to my 3 sons. I remember at his funeral, one of my school mates said to me, Delia, your father was the hardest working man I ever knew. Yes, yes he was. We were taught no matter what hardship you face, it is your responsibility and yours alone, to provide for your family, no matter what it takes to accomplish that. I remember the love he had for his family, or his disciples, as he called them. He had nicknames for all of his grandchildren, as did his father for us. Ians was Ickabony, whatever that means, but I loved to hear him call him that. Joshs was Jocko, and Thomas was, Thomas, the turtle. My father had a nickname that was given to him by his father. It was, Jip. My father was raised on a farm and they used horses to pull the hay wagon. One of his fathers horse traders name was Jip, so, that was my fathers nickname from then on. Whenever another grandchild was born, or someone got married, he would ask, now how many disciples are there now? My father lived a good life. His passions were hunting and fishing and he did a lot of that!!!!!!!!! I miss his nightly phone calls. I would pick up the phone and hear, Hey you! and the conversation of the days happenings began. I miss our chats around the kitchen table, the alone time I got to spend with him, which was quite a bit the last few years of his life. He shared so many stories with me about his life at that kitchen table. That is only one of the gifts he gave me. I was so very blessed and grateful to be with my father when he passed. I held his hand, the hand that had spent many years working, and talked to him through the night, not really knowing if he heard me, but hoping he would. Im thankful that my brother, Dirk, and his wife, Sandra, were there also, when he passed. I can honestly say, that one of the greatest privileges I have been given in my life, was to be Wyman Field Jr.s daughter, and I have tried to live by the standards he taught all of us. I miss so many things about my father, but honestly, I just miss HIM. I love and miss you dad, Dee~
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 13:50:22 +0000
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