by David Heitmiller

As we honor our fathers again this year I’m remembering (and still missing) my father, Bob Heitmiller, who passed away seven years ago. I could go on and on about the many lessons I learned from my dad but instead I offer this poem that I wrote and read at his memorial service. Thanks again, Dad.

Reflections

What a life you had, Dad, with your family here on earth.
The memories you have left us, oh, how much they're worth.
I wrote this verse to honor you, upon this special day,
Though words seem inadequate, to say what I've to say.

Early as I remember, Dad, you were always there,
Standing right beside me, with patience, love and care.
Ev'n when you weren't there in flesh, I saw you in my mind,
Reaching o'er my shoulder, your steady hand on mine.

When as a boy I watched you build things out of wood,
I wondered if I could learn, to make things half as good.
And as I grew, I learned the name of each and every tool,
You taught me how use them, just as Pard had once taught you.

You set a fine example, of what a man should be,
Not afraid to give your time, your skills and energy,
To church or school or boy scouts, you went the extra mile,
To help both friend and stranger and always with a smile.

And when at last I went out, to find my place in life,
You were my friend and mentor in times of joy and strife.
And in my darkest hour, back in nineteen eighty three,
Once more you stood beside me to love and comfort me.

So now you've gone to heaven, your work on earth is through,
We'll carry on the best we can, there is still much yet to do.
So thanks for all you did Dad, the world's a better place,
You've now moved on in time and space, to live with God in grace. 

June 10, 1998