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Born August 2, 1920 - Died March 20, 1998
how much I loved you, you left so suddenly.
There were so many times when
I thought, "Ok, Lynn you'd better tell him
how much he means to you before it's too late".
I wish I had done that, for now, it is too late...
My father - he's in my memory now, his smile, his voice, his laugh.
We had a special relationship as fathers and daughters often do...
He was my hero, my mentor, a person I looked up to. Dad taught me how to
fish and how to ride a horse. How to put in a good days work and the
foundation for being a good person, were other things he shared with me. He
always stood beside me, through the good and the bad. He even came home from
a vacation in Arizona once - just because I had hurt my back and might need
him. Sometimes, we would sit for hourson the porch, talking about family and
trying to solve the worlds problems - all with a cool drink in our hand. One of
dad's passions was golf and I think he enjoyed it just as much as he enjoyed a
good martini!
His other passion - his grandchildren, I know he loved them so much
and would have loved to have done much more with them.
When dad was sick - I would take care of him and he would tell me how lucky
he was to have me, when actually I was the lucky one!
So often, something will happen in my day and I go to reach for the phone to
call and tell him of the news, or special event, then I remember, he is not there.
But...
He is here with me, in my heart and in my memory, forever!
He is my father, my dad, my best friend.
Dad, I Love You
& I will miss you always!
Your daughter - Lynn
From a Plaque I gave Dad for his 70th Birthday.
This year was a great turn out!
Pictured from Left to Right (sitting down)
Dick Kelley, Lorraine (Sister-in-Law), Bob (Dad's brother)
Pictured Standing is Lee (Bob's wife)
Picture taken September 21, 1997
Dad and his brother Bob had just finished giving a toast to
brother Ted who had passed away a couple years ago and also
to another brother who was not at the gathering because he is
suffering from Alzheimer's Disease.
This is a copy of a little poem that I found on my father's desk,
my aunt Lorraine had given it to him not too long
before he passed away - just something to think about!
***
The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
On what day - or what hour.
Now is the only time you have
So live it with a will
Don't wait until tomorrow
The hands may then be still.
Author Unknown
(Picture taken at Kelley Christmas Party 1997)
All graphics on this page were created by myself using Paint Shop Pro.
Evaluation Version 5.0. I believe the clock to be public domain.
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