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Main Boards => Prayers/Concerns/Honors/Ailments => Topic started by: Killdeer on August 18, 2014, 09:20:00 AM
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Please send prayers, however you may pray, for a man who passed yesterday.
He never shot a bow. He was a retired Navy Captain, 91 years old. He served the United States from World War II through Viet Nam. He served with Honor, Courage and unswerving Duty. He stood for what he loved, Freedom, doing the right thing, and taking responsibility for his actions. Truth. Hard work. For the American dream of working your way up from whatever poverty or ill circumstance you were in. He said that you are never a failure until you quit.
He rose from a pitchfork in a muck pile through education and focus. He said that he was not the smartest in his classes, but he worked harder, and got higher grades. He worked in a tank tread factory while in school, got a scholarship to Case University and became a Navy Ensign.
Gradually, he was entrusted to a Destroyer's command. He scouted for subs in the Pacific, served underAdmiral Combs on the St. Paul in the Tonkin Gulf during Operation Sea Dragon, supplied combat ships in the Med, commanded a DLG and skippered a desk in the Pentagon.
He was a good father, giving what he had to his family, and providing for as stable a childhood as a serviceman could, with all the moving around. He married a good and loving woman who gave her all to her children, while maintaining a household and supporting her husband with the things that Service wives do in the community and with social obligations.
He could speak for hours about the Founding Fathers, how wonderful the Constitution is, and how in this country, with education and hard work, you can rise to your potential. He was my father, and while I dragged him through the trials that only a teenager can think up, he never lost hope in me, or his other children.
God hold him, as You do my Mother.
He will be buried in Arlington, in view of the Pentagon where he worked so many years, where my mother llies sleeping.
Yesterday morning, his caregiver called me to relay a message. She said, "Your father told me to tell you to come immediately." So I did, but when I got there, Dad denied it and set me to work on a couple of tasks. A little after noon, his breathing became labored, he did not answer questions, and I called 911. He died shortly before 1:00.
"Come immediately!"
You knew! I know you knew! And Mom was smiling at me through the moon!
I saw her last week, in the morning, upside down. She smiled soft, but fierce, she knew, too.
Killdeer
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:pray: God Bless and hold you all close.
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Gods peace & comfort
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May "The Great One" speed him to the world of no more pain or sorrow, may He also consoul you in your time of need. I thank him for his service to this great country. Fair Winds and following seas.
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I will be thinking of you as this all unfolds, Killy.
Great eulogy there for your Dad. You have honored him well with your gift of words!
The next few will NOT be easy, but they should NOT be easy when our parents pass from this realm to another.
You will survive!
Keep the Son in your eyes!
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May God Bless and Comfort you
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Killdeer,
You are the woman you are because of the Mom and Dad that raised you.Truth,hard work,doing the right thing are values that seem to be forgotten in todays world.
Your Dad sounds like he was a great guy,and like your Mother was smiling, I think you should be also for being able to be there daughter. Take care!
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You knew because of his spirit, His Spirit, your Mom's and yours. May His Spirit comfort you until you are reunited.
Although I've never met you or your dad, Killy, I see his character, his courage, his honor, and his actions to do the right thing, in YOU! He leaves a Great Legacy in his daughter of whom I know he is most proud.
May our God bless you and keep you strong in the days ahead.
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Thank you for your kind thoughts for this man's sirit, and for me. I am not a Christian, but the thoughts of all who seek God on their chosen roads resonate with goodness. I am looking at a sycamore tree and it comforts me.
I remember, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, whence cometh my strength."
Psalm 121.1
"Home is the sailor, home from the sea. And the hunter, home from the hill." ~Stevenson
Killdeer
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A great tribute to a fine man from a loving daughter. No one could ask for more. I hope you find peace.
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:pray: :pray: :pray:
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So sorry to hear this Kathy. Prayers sent.
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Prayers for comfort and peace in the coming days for you, my friend.
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so very sorry, prayers sent.
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Prayer sent for a great person
F-Manny
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Very sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my prayers.
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:pray: I will think of you and your family when I am in the mountains this season ... peace be with you.
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Thank you all. It means a lot to me. We are cleaning out clutter, and I am finding pictures. I think this is probably my Dad's happiest memory. It is the Commissioning of the USS Concord (AFS 5) in 1969.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/Killdeer/Family/56575642-F308-4EE4-AD41-F01A35C278E0_zpsxuzefmuq.jpg) (http://s.photobucket.com/user/Killdeer/media/Family/56575642-F308-4EE4-AD41-F01A35C278E0_zpsxuzefmuq.jpg.html)
Bless you all, and hold your family close.
Killdeer
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A moving tribute to your Father.
Very sorry for your loss.
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Hang in there, Killy!
This too shall pass--- in time. Memories can be bittersweet at times, but they keep our "connections" alive.
Peace...
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May God Rest His Soul. Prayers for you and your family.
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Sorry for your loss Killy. I thank your father for his service.
I'll send some smoke your way.
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:pray: My thoughts are with you.......God Bless!
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Great Spirit,
A Warrior comes to you as swift & straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him to his place at the Eternal Campfire. His fellow Warriors will listen to his stories, and help sing his war song. Tell him that I will see him there one day.....
I have sent smoke to the Great One, asking that he bring my sister peace...
Take Care, Killy
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May The Lord of Hosts greet him with open arms.
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Thank you.
The darned estate details drag on.
The Post Office adds its own misery, I am charged with being AWOL.
I still have not really grieved, being tied up in work and details. And again, I cannot go hunting in my traditional way this year. I have not set camp since Hurricane Sandy. I need to heal, to amalgamate my memories with my spirit, and the spirits of so many dead relatives. I need to plan my future, or it will remain in a holding pattern, as my life has for the last decade.
Time seems to be in scramble mode, and I just need to stop.
Can't happen, so I hope I have the reserves that will help me to just carry on. So glad that I have a job (so far) and your support.
Pila maye.
Killdeer
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:pray:
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May the Lord Bless you and Comfort you :pray:
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Killy - so very sorry to read this. Godspeed Captain.
Take the time to heal when the opportunity presents itself. May his memory provide you comfort in the times ahead.