A reflection on a life well lived.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the fathers out there. Having a large family it makes it for an interesting day for me. However this Father’s Day has some special connotations for me this year. Earlier in the week we buried my last living Grandfather.
He had a great life. He lived to be 85 years old without ever having any real health issues. One of the things that really stuck me about his life, I never knew him to dislike anyone or ever be mad. Never not once can I remember an incidence of him being genuinely upset other than the passing of my Grand Mother over 30 years ago. However he languished after her departing in a rather humble dedication to her in obscurity.
As a child I can remember the times we had in his rocket ship, an early 70’s Ford Maverick, the buttons on the dash and the big lights were part of command central and it was always a treat to travel with him to our favorite five star restaurant, McDonald’s, to feed the sea gulls French fries and enjoy a milkshake.
It was this dedication to others that made his life completely remarkable. He never placed himself before others and made sure that those that meant the most to him enjoyed their existence.
Peepaw thank you for the memories.
“We have lift off”
Dessie Howard Oglesby, Jr August 11,1922 - June 11, 2008
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