Ah .. such a simple moving tribute, Bob. You sure know how to portray family love. I bet it's because you have never stopped feelin' it deeply, as the years go by.
“May sweet memories…from the past, always come to when you look for them. And your inspiration, long may it last; may of come to you, time and time again.” J.P. McCartney
Bob, what a heart-felt, beautiful, and powerful tribute of the profound love your dad had for his special family, and you all had for him. You certainly carry his spirit and caring ways everyday in all that you do with your family, friends, and community. We are so lucky that your incredible writings bring these intimate feelings to into our lives. Bless You!
Thanks so much. You should know, Darlene, that your dad was like my dad, full of kindness, wisdom, integrity and joy.
He was a true role model to me as my baseball coach for three years in my teenage years and as a friend and mentor when I worked in his greenhouse as a UC Davis undergraduate. Had some great talks with him in that greenhouse over many years.
Thank you for sharing this loving tribute to your father. It’s the time of year for remembering our loved ones- here & gone. You do look like your dad, especially in the cap & gown photo. 👨🎓 Paula Chulada
Being compared to my dad is quite a compliment, Paula. He went back to college at age 40 with five young kids after serving in World War II.
And of course Mom worked nights as an RN to support the family while Dad went back to school. All we needed to be happy in those early years in town was a bike to get us to Central Davis School, a sturdy lunchpail, a pair of Keds, a well-sharpened No. 2 pencil and an occasional after-school maple bar at the Vienna Bakery.
Beautiful, Bob. All of us with wonderful fathers- yours among them- relish this lovely essay. My own dad, whom all of us kids adored, died young, of a heart attack, and we all miss him to this day. He was always there for us, athletic events, concerts, you name it, he was there and supporting us. And then he suddenly wasn’t.
beautiful writing pod. hits extra hard this year and you will never root for oregon state alone, go beavs
That is very comforting, Erin.
I would pretend to be asleep so my dad would carry me inside from the car. That trick must run in the genes.
Indeed
Ah .. such a simple moving tribute, Bob. You sure know how to portray family love. I bet it's because you have never stopped feelin' it deeply, as the years go by.
Thanks so much, Bonnie.
As you know, true love in a family lasts forever.
So beautiful, Bob. You have a gift for capturing his spirit in your writing. We can feel the love he had for you all.
“There must have been some bad times, but I don’t remember them now.” This says so much.
(You look so much like him too!)
Thanks, Tori. Dad was better looking than I am.
What a beautiful tribute Bob. It reminded me of some of the special moments I was fortunate to share with my Dad so many years ago. Thank you.
Thanks so much, Jane
Aren't we both so lucky to have had such wonderful dads in our lives.
Beautiful. ❤️
…sweet, sweet memories, Bob.
“May sweet memories…from the past, always come to when you look for them. And your inspiration, long may it last; may of come to you, time and time again.” J.P. McCartney
Sweet memories allow us to live those moments again, with tears and laughter and everything in between
Excellent Bob. It seems god Dads are the same everywhere. Thanks for jump-starting my memories.
Indeed, lots of good dads around, Bobby.
Bob, what a heart-felt, beautiful, and powerful tribute of the profound love your dad had for his special family, and you all had for him. You certainly carry his spirit and caring ways everyday in all that you do with your family, friends, and community. We are so lucky that your incredible writings bring these intimate feelings to into our lives. Bless You!
Thanks so much. You should know, Darlene, that your dad was like my dad, full of kindness, wisdom, integrity and joy.
He was a true role model to me as my baseball coach for three years in my teenage years and as a friend and mentor when I worked in his greenhouse as a UC Davis undergraduate. Had some great talks with him in that greenhouse over many years.
Such an endearing and heartfelt tribute to your wonderful father. Thank you for sharing this with us
Thanks so much, Drew.
Greatly appreciated.
Thank you for a special Christmas present. I am shedding tears, grateful for the foundation my parents gave me.
Your parents were superstars, Ralph. Yes, they sent you on a great path in this town where your contributions were many.
Beautiful memories of a well lived man. I completely understand wanting to be with your dad, no matter what. Weren't we blessed?!
Your dad and mine, Chris. What a pair of champions in every sense of the word.
Thank you for sharing this loving tribute to your father. It’s the time of year for remembering our loved ones- here & gone. You do look like your dad, especially in the cap & gown photo. 👨🎓 Paula Chulada
Being compared to my dad is quite a compliment, Paula. He went back to college at age 40 with five young kids after serving in World War II.
And of course Mom worked nights as an RN to support the family while Dad went back to school. All we needed to be happy in those early years in town was a bike to get us to Central Davis School, a sturdy lunchpail, a pair of Keds, a well-sharpened No. 2 pencil and an occasional after-school maple bar at the Vienna Bakery.
That was a beautiful, loving tribute to your father. Thanks for sharing it.
Very kind of you, Laura. Was lucky to have him in my life for so long. Was one of the reasons I stayed in Davis.
One of your best, Bob. Remembering my wonderful, hard-working 6 days a week Dad, gone 41 years now.
I'm sure you loved him dearly, Diane, and he the same for you.
Beautiful, Bob. All of us with wonderful fathers- yours among them- relish this lovely essay. My own dad, whom all of us kids adored, died young, of a heart attack, and we all miss him to this day. He was always there for us, athletic events, concerts, you name it, he was there and supporting us. And then he suddenly wasn’t.
Those feelings of love never go away, do they?
Every now and then, when Oregon State wins a football game, I get halfway to the phone to give me a call.