Memories About Dad

My dad was a firefighter and small businessman. He owned a floor covering store, a health club, and a used car dealership. He encouraged me to go to Europe when I graduated from high school and said that it would be a “once-in-a-lifetime experience.” He took out a personal loan so that I could go. He always admonished me to “get that piece of paper” (college degree). He was my cheerleader when I felt like giving up going to college and told me to “never give up” and that I “could do whatever you put your mind to it.” When Dave was the Bishop, he helped me with my sons. They all have a great respect and love for him. He once told me that there was a special feeling in my home. That was truly a great compliment which I will never forget. He encouraged me to do genealogy and when I felt overwhelmed he said, “just one name at a time.” He loved serving a mission in the New England states and always talked about his experiences with “country tracking” (sic) in Maine. He always told me that I didn’t have to “love” everyone, but I needed to “treat all people with kindness and respect.” He lived what he taught. He was always doing and learning new things; he never gave up, and he always treated others with kindness and respect.