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Brad Worrell
Father's Day... [Explored]
He was born on September 6th, 1926 and lived in the 15 mile/Rochester road area of Troy Michigan most of his life (until us kids came along) He left school before graduating and served in the army during WWII. He married his teenage sweetheart (my mom) and proceeded to make babies :) Six of us!
He was to me (and really, still is) in every way the perfect embodiment of what a good man/husband/father /friend and person should be. Time and time again, even when I didn't like it, he gave me and my sibling’s good examples of what was the right way to do things. Of how to step up. To be honest and take responsibility. To be a good provider and get up every day and go to work no matter how much his arthritis was hurting him so us six kids had clothes on our backs, food in our stomach’s and presents under our Christmas tree. He was there for his kids sporting events, school plays and parent teacher conferences. He worked all the overtime he could get and still made time to play catch or hockey with us. He let us help work on the car even though he could have done it much faster by himself. He did not like rock music but he still came to my first and many other early gigs. He and my uncles would get together and play harmonica and joke and laugh into the early hours on occasion. He helped me get a job where he worked and helped teach me a trade. He was a fair disciplinarian and an understanding confidant when needed. He had a wonderful sense of humor but could be dead serious when the time called for it. He never meddled in his adult kids’ lives but was always there with the right advice when asked. He was a great guy, a great dad and a great granddad too. (Really, all kids loved him) And he was taken from us far too soon. It’s been almost nine years now, though it seems much shorter. I think of him often and visit his resting place when I can. He is in the shade of a huge Elm tree with his favorite bird, the Cardinal on his stone. In his pocket is a harmonica I placed there at our last goodbye… I hope I hear him play it someday…
He was my dad and a great inspiration: Howard Worrell. I love and miss him. This is dedicated to his memory. Happy Father’s Day Dad :)
Father's Day... [Explored]
He was born on September 6th, 1926 and lived in the 15 mile/Rochester road area of Troy Michigan most of his life (until us kids came along) He left school before graduating and served in the army during WWII. He married his teenage sweetheart (my mom) and proceeded to make babies :) Six of us!
He was to me (and really, still is) in every way the perfect embodiment of what a good man/husband/father /friend and person should be. Time and time again, even when I didn't like it, he gave me and my sibling’s good examples of what was the right way to do things. Of how to step up. To be honest and take responsibility. To be a good provider and get up every day and go to work no matter how much his arthritis was hurting him so us six kids had clothes on our backs, food in our stomach’s and presents under our Christmas tree. He was there for his kids sporting events, school plays and parent teacher conferences. He worked all the overtime he could get and still made time to play catch or hockey with us. He let us help work on the car even though he could have done it much faster by himself. He did not like rock music but he still came to my first and many other early gigs. He and my uncles would get together and play harmonica and joke and laugh into the early hours on occasion. He helped me get a job where he worked and helped teach me a trade. He was a fair disciplinarian and an understanding confidant when needed. He had a wonderful sense of humor but could be dead serious when the time called for it. He never meddled in his adult kids’ lives but was always there with the right advice when asked. He was a great guy, a great dad and a great granddad too. (Really, all kids loved him) And he was taken from us far too soon. It’s been almost nine years now, though it seems much shorter. I think of him often and visit his resting place when I can. He is in the shade of a huge Elm tree with his favorite bird, the Cardinal on his stone. In his pocket is a harmonica I placed there at our last goodbye… I hope I hear him play it someday…
He was my dad and a great inspiration: Howard Worrell. I love and miss him. This is dedicated to his memory. Happy Father’s Day Dad :)