Sunday, June 19, 2011

A Snapshot With Words

Hi friend, once again thanks for stopping by.

Being that today is Father's Day I thought I'd post for you what I had written and shared at my daddy's memorial service back in April.

Richard A. Strouse was my dad.

I affectionately called him : "daddy boys" I don't know why or when I started calling him that. But, it was a special name between him and me. No one else called him that.

The nickname he called me since I was very little was - "Deb do". You see me being a bit independent and stubborn, like my dad, I didn't want help. If I was having trouble doing something, and mom or dad would offer to help, I'd say: "Deb do, Deb do it".

My daddy was my first boyfriend. When I was a little girl, like most little girls, I loved my daddy the most in the whole world. He was my knight in shining armor and in my eyes he could do anything.

I have so many sweet memories of my dad....... things we shared that I'll cherish forever. There is no way I can share them all. Many of them are like little snapshots in my mind  of something he did, or said or times we spent together.

A few things I do want to share with you all about my daddy are:
- he was a hard worker
- he was a prayer warrior
- he liked to tease and on occasion play a practical joke
- the one thing he valued the most in others was honesty

It really wasn't a good idea to tell him he couldn't do something, because he would do it. Back when we lived in New Jersey he was told that you can't grow azaleas from seed. Oh yes you can..... my dad did it.

Daddy had an answer for everything. The best example I can think of to share is: One day when I was around 12 years old my dad and I were sitting on the front porch. I don't remember our whole conversation. What I do remember is my daddy telling me that:".... too much of anything is not good for you". And me being a lot like my dad had an answer for that. I asked him, "What about water? You can't have too much of that." Oh yea, my daddy
had an answer for even that - "too much water and you drown", was his reply.

He didn't give me and my brother, Ric, every thing we wanted. Nope, I never got the pony I wanted when I was five. But he did make sure we had what we needed and more. The times spent with him and remembering his many good qualities, as well as, how he lived his life are "priceless" memories he has given us.

My daddy had his faults like any other person. He was not perfect, but he was a perfectionist. He would tell me if I was gonna do something- "do it well and do it right the first time".

Daddy took care of his family, he loved us and we always knew we were important to him.

So that is a little snapshot of what my "daddy boys" meant to me, his "Deb do".

1 comment:

  1. What a sweet testimony to a blessed relationship! So glad you had a loving, godly father.


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