Well its a lazy Sunday and wow blog #2. I am on such a roll lmao.
As I sit here going thru old pictures of friends and family I always pause of the ones of my dad. Like I had mentioned in my first blog that the passing of my dad was on of the hardest things I had to deal with in life.
My Dad was a great man. He would do anything he could to help you out even if he didn't know you all that well. Some people had looked at him as disabled cause of this left arm. Here is a bit of history.
When he was 15 years old he was big into playing football with his friends. He ran out the door of his house one morning across the road to play with his friends (with his mom yelling at him to get back into the house). As he ran into the park he caught the football and in return was tackled by a group of teens. he ended up on the bottom of the pile. When he got up he felt he had a stick poking out the elbow of his shirt only it was his arm bone (sorry for being so graphic lol). Well he was taken to the hospital to be taken care of which wasn't much back in those days. He had got gan green in the muscle in his upper arm so they had it bandaged up and had to go back once a week to have the infection pulled out. It had cause his hand to clench I guess you could say and that is the way it stayed.
Although growing up like that he could do more with just one hand then what some people could do with both. Who else could hold a nail and a hammer with the same hand!
I was always close to my dad. We did everything together. I learned just about all I know to this day from him. Alot of times I would rather hang out with him then with my friends. I worked with him when he had started his own wire business ( we made wire bird feeders and hangers,automotive paint line racks etc). We did woodworking together in the basement where we made bird feeders,toys and furniture and sold it at the local farmers market.
Even my friends all loved him. They loved listening to his stories of when he was a kid and such.
Then the day came when he was taken from us. Some of it was miss judgment from doctors and miss care at the local hospital here. The worst feeling was going to the hospital with a father and coming home without one :(
He was also a man that didn't want a funeral or people crying over his body. Words from his mouth was "just throw me out on the hwy when I die and let all the trucks run me over till I'm nothing and just blow away in the wind" he was always a man of words. Even when we seen him before he went into the operating room he said "if they wanna fix me give me a smoke and a cup of coffee"
So we followed his wishes. There was just a very small private showing at the funeral home. Which I could not go in to see him, I just did not want the last image ever of him laying there in a coffin. I was a little upset with the funeral director trying to get me to go in.
We had him cremated and as he wanted his ashes spread on the lake the family goes up to every summer fishing. We later had a celebration of life in the backyard. It was very nice.
Rip George R Edwards 1934-2000 you are sadly missed!
As I sit here going thru old pictures of friends and family I always pause of the ones of my dad. Like I had mentioned in my first blog that the passing of my dad was on of the hardest things I had to deal with in life.
My Dad was a great man. He would do anything he could to help you out even if he didn't know you all that well. Some people had looked at him as disabled cause of this left arm. Here is a bit of history.
When he was 15 years old he was big into playing football with his friends. He ran out the door of his house one morning across the road to play with his friends (with his mom yelling at him to get back into the house). As he ran into the park he caught the football and in return was tackled by a group of teens. he ended up on the bottom of the pile. When he got up he felt he had a stick poking out the elbow of his shirt only it was his arm bone (sorry for being so graphic lol). Well he was taken to the hospital to be taken care of which wasn't much back in those days. He had got gan green in the muscle in his upper arm so they had it bandaged up and had to go back once a week to have the infection pulled out. It had cause his hand to clench I guess you could say and that is the way it stayed.
Although growing up like that he could do more with just one hand then what some people could do with both. Who else could hold a nail and a hammer with the same hand!
I was always close to my dad. We did everything together. I learned just about all I know to this day from him. Alot of times I would rather hang out with him then with my friends. I worked with him when he had started his own wire business ( we made wire bird feeders and hangers,automotive paint line racks etc). We did woodworking together in the basement where we made bird feeders,toys and furniture and sold it at the local farmers market.
Even my friends all loved him. They loved listening to his stories of when he was a kid and such.
Then the day came when he was taken from us. Some of it was miss judgment from doctors and miss care at the local hospital here. The worst feeling was going to the hospital with a father and coming home without one :(
He was also a man that didn't want a funeral or people crying over his body. Words from his mouth was "just throw me out on the hwy when I die and let all the trucks run me over till I'm nothing and just blow away in the wind" he was always a man of words. Even when we seen him before he went into the operating room he said "if they wanna fix me give me a smoke and a cup of coffee"
So we followed his wishes. There was just a very small private showing at the funeral home. Which I could not go in to see him, I just did not want the last image ever of him laying there in a coffin. I was a little upset with the funeral director trying to get me to go in.
We had him cremated and as he wanted his ashes spread on the lake the family goes up to every summer fishing. We later had a celebration of life in the backyard. It was very nice.
Rip George R Edwards 1934-2000 you are sadly missed!
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