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This is an exerpt from the eulogy I gave at my Fathers funeral service:
There are just a few things I would like to say…
Too often we concentrate our thoughts on the bad things people do, but we never take the time to look at the good that a person has done until they are gone. I was always bugging Dad about taking better care of himself, selfishly, because I wanted him to be here for me forever. The last couple of years were hard ones for him, physically, and it was very hard to watch.
Dad had a big heart, and would give you the shirt off his back and all of the money in his wallet if you needed it, even if he knew he wouldn’t be paid back. He was an extremely intelligent man, but he was only human, and like all of us made some wrong turns. Partying was a way of life for Dad, but at age 53 his body was screaming for him to stop. He pretended that there was nothing wrong with his lifestyle…he would probably rather have us all at a tavern toasting him than here being sad about his departure. As his daughter, I learned to accept him as he was, and cherish the times that he was home…retrieving tools for him when he was working around the house, playing video games, listening to music, swimming at the strip mines and learning to drive early. I will miss his crazy laugh and weird sense of humor. Although unconventional, he lived his life the way he wanted to live it.
I know in my heart that Dad never wanted to hurt anyone, not Mom, his kids, no one. He told me that he regretted not spending more time with his children; especially Elmon Jr. and it hurt him very much not to be a bigger part of our lives. Wade and I were lucky to have spent so much time with him and learn from him.
He always stood up for what he believed in, and Wade and I are very much like him in that way (and proud of it). He instilled a lot of knowledge in his children and everyone he worked with. He was a “Jack of all trades”, a Superman in his little girls eyes. But Mr. Fix-It can’t fix my broken heart.
It’s hard to think that I will never see Dad again, there are so many things that I love about him and things that drove me crazy. I will never again hear him say “I love you Baby”, but I know he did.
Other journaling: He was hit by a car while riding his bicycle on his way home from a night at the local tavern. Two sheriff's police came to my door on a cold November morning to give me the news. These pictures are so painful for me. The picture of Dad is the last picture ever taken of him, four days before his death, the last time we ever saw him alive. It was taken with a camera phone in poor lighting conditions. The road is the accident site, adn the shoe is his, we noticed at the morgue that one was missing, Wade found it later in the ditch.
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April 13, 2006
February 13, 2006