Dear Dad
I have tried so many times to put into words just how I feel and I have great difficulty expressing my sorrow at your passing. Words elude me.
Dad, you were a loving father who found it hard to express your love in words though you showed it with action whether it was by giving us your last bite of food, playing games with us, or holding us in your big arms when we were little.
You were always there for us no matter what and you always did your best to see to it that our needs were met ... more often than not ... you more than met our needs.
You would share what you had ... you would not begrudge anyone a meal and in fact would encourage them to eat more even if it meant less for you. You would say, "Eat. Eat! There's plenty more ... that's what it's there for."
You were such a hard worker ... often toiling from dusk to dawn to provide us with a comfortable home and many a night you came home tired but you always had time for a quick hug and would tuck us in bed if we were still awake.
Your huge hands were created from the many hours of hard labour that you worked. Hands that looked so big that we suspected they were tranplanted from another (bigger) person. Hands that were so muscular, weathered and large but could be so gentle too. Even death could not shrink them.
You were our saviour in times of great need just as you were for others ... though you were not a fireman, nor a policeman, you should have received medals for some of your selfless acts of bravery. You didn't hesitate when others were in danger. You risked life and limb to save some people and their home from a fire using only your bare hands ... and burning them both to the bone.
While out shopping with mom you noticed a large crowd in a mall and you rescued a man dangling from live hydro wires several hundred feet above the ground ... a crowd was gathered below him but did nothing so you honked and drove your truck underneath the dangling man so that his co-workers could lower him into the bed of your pick up, you helped untangle him ... never worrying about being electrocuted yourself ... and then you drove him to the hospital.
Your acts of bravery never went unnoticed but like the true hero you were ... you would disappear before others could learn your identity or thank you. You didn't do it for recognition ... you did it because it needed to be done ... and YOU could do it while others just stood by and gawked.
You were so proud of us ... your children ... and you liked to tell strangers just how much while at the same time keeping us out of their reach ... for we were your treasures and not to be shared. You were even fond of telling people how many beautiful women you had in your family and would brag about our intelligence too.
A few years before you passed away you became more expressive ... showing more joy and laughter, being more open to giving and receiving hugs. You overcame the boundaries imposed upon you by your generation and enjoyed more of the open expressions of today.
Dad, you had a presence about you that was larger than life ... your life force was strong. When you left us we all felt the void created by your passing and said how weird it would be without you there ... for you have always been there ... for your children ... your grandchildren ... and your great-grandchildren. We all miss you so much Dad.
All those good qualities which we have always admired about you we have tried to imitate and we can only hope we measure up at least half as good.
I know you are watching down over us right now and protecting us as best you can .... just as you did in life ... We love you Dad. ...
by Victoria
In loving memory of my father
Harry John William Fountain
September 2, 1927
who passed away
on August 13, 2004
We love you Dad ... and always will ...
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