In this blog post, I have decided to approach it differently than my other entries. Instead of writing about my usual topics of faith and sexual orientation, I am going to write a tribute to a wonderful man.
Last Tuesday (12/04/12) with about 30 minutes left in my workday, I received the message that my stepfather had been airlifted to Vanderbilt Medical Center and was not responding to any treatment. I called my mother to let her know that I was on my way to be with her by Harry’s side. Sadly, he did not survive and died the next morning.
The one thing that I loved most about him is that he was hilarious. I mean…he had people laughing and smiling all the time. There were even some laughs during his funeral service because the speaker recounted different stories concerning Harry. His Facebook wall is now covered with friends (past and present) who share some of their favorite stories about him. For example, I learned that Harry once rode his motorcycle down the hallway at his high school and once caught his friend’s socks on fire while the friend was wearing them.
Thankfully, I have my own memories of Harry’s craziness, and I will dearly miss him. I will miss how he walked around the house proclaiming loudly that He is the king (my mom would just roll her eyes). I will miss how I had to turn the television up louder in the living room because he would have his as loud as it could go in his bedroom. I will miss the time at my nephew’s birthday party at Chuck e Cheese that I heard him clear across the large room yelling for Chucke to come take a picture with him. I will miss his loud, infectious laughter coming from his room when he watched the show “Wipe Out.” I will miss the time that we went outside to look for tornadoes when the sirens went off instead of seeking shelter. I will miss the time when he had me convinced that he piloted helicopters in Vietnam, even though he wasn’t old enough to have been involved in that war. I will miss how my youngest nephew adored his Pawpaw and loved to watch “Cops” with him. I will miss how he made my mom happy. I will miss those times when I came back home and he would say, “You are one kid that doesn’t ask for a damn thing. Here is $20.”