Thursday, April 17, 2008
My dad, who some knew as Everett and others knew as Holiday, was a quiet man but when he had something to say it was usually quite meaningful. He was an amazing judge of character...in fact he never much cared for any of my boyfriends until I met Patrick....who of course is now my husband. He was always kind and always fair...and of course had a heart of gold.
My dad was one of seven children who grew up in a very rural place in southwest Virginia called Indian Valley. He was raised mostly by his mom, Gerusha, after his father, Early, suddenly passed away when he was quite young. He never finished school, he had to quit in order to help support the family, but he was one of the wisest men I have known.
He was drafted into the Army during the Korean War. Luckily he spent most of his service time in Germany and never went into battle. He never told me too much about his Army time and I think this was because he was very homesick while he was there.
He met my mom on a blind date...and if I remember correctly she didn't like him at first...being 10 years older than her she thought he was a playboy :) Well, needless to say he won her over and they were happily married for over 40 years! He was an amazing father to me and my brother. He and my mom instilled great values and ideals in me which made me the strong, opinionated and vocal woman that I am.
He passed away suddenly last March and it has been so hard being without him. I tell everyone that if it had not been for my pregnancy and the arrival of Lydia I am not sure how I would have lifted myself up out of the sadness. He would have never wanted us to sit around and feel sorry for ourselves. He would have wanted us to carry on, be happy and enjoy life. This is what I plan on doing.
I love you Dad and I miss you so!