In the twilight of your years I want you to know I remember when:
You played catch with me for hours probably hoping I would become a major league pitcher
You took me golfing for the first time ... Highland Hills Par 3.
Playing golf with you on countless Sunday's when it was frowned upon by the local church congregation for breaking the Sabbath
I caddied for you on the golf course and tried to give you advice
You gave me a case of tomato paste for Christmas. As tears rolled down my face I was shown a golf membership certificate to the local club right below the tomato paste cans
You frequently came home late after a hard day of manual labor at the grocery store
When you made homemade chili, homemade waffles and soup
You shoveled all the neighbors walks from snow just because
You got bored mowing your own lawn so you just kept on going and mowed the neighbors lawn as well
You took our family to grandma and grandpa's house both Schmuki and Stephenson on a regular basis
Tears came to your eyes nearly every time you spoke of your experiences in the war
You got home late every Christmas eve from work and we got in the car and rode in the snowstorms to grandma's house for our traditional Christmas eve family gathering
You supported me on my mission for the Mormon church even though you were a catholic and thought I was a little off
You coddled and took care of mom during her years of ill health struggling with cancer and cancer treatment
You knelt at mother's grave just a few months ago with thoughts of joining her side soon
Thank you dad for all these and many more memories.
Your loving son --Tom
