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1. One of Dad's favorite poems. It was read at his and mother's services.
   Should You Go First
   Should you go first and I remain to walk this road alone,
   I'll live in memory's garden dear,
   With happy days we've known.
   In spring I'll wait for roses red.
   When fades the lilac blue,
   In early fall when brown leaves fall,
   I'll catch a glimpse of you.
   Should you go first and I remain.
   For the battles to be fought
   Each thing you've touched along the way
   Will be a hallowed spot!
   I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
   Though blindly I may grope.
   The memory of your helping hand
   Will buoy me with hope.
   Should you go first and I remain
   To finish out the scroll,
   No lengthening shadow shall creep in
   To make this life seem droll.
   We've known so much happiness,
   We've had our cup of joy.
   And memory is one gift of God
   That death cannot destroy.
   Should you go first and I remain,
   One thing I'd have you do:
   Walk slowly down the path of death
   For soon I'll follow you.
   I'll want to know each step you take
   That I may walk the same
   For some day down that lonely road,
   You'll hear me call your name.

   One of Dad's favorite poems. It was read at his and mother's services.
   Should You Go First
   Should you go first and I remain to walk this road alone,
   I'll live in memory's garden dear,
   With happy days we've known.
   In spring I'll wait for roses red.
   When fades the lilac blue,
   In early fall when brown leaves fall,
   I'll catch a glimpse of you.
   Should you go first and I remain.
   For the battles to be fought
   Each thing you've touched along the way
   Will be a hallowed spot!
   I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
   Though blindly I may grope.
   The memory of your helping hand
   Will buoy me with hope.
   Should you go first and I remain
   To finish out the scroll,
   No lengthening shadow shall creep in
   To make this life seem droll.
   We've known... READ MORE →

   Posted by Rita Kaller from Montgomery City, MO - Daughter on August 07, 2011
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2. Dad loved life as much or more than anyone I’ve ever known. He was a big kid. He loved Christmas. He didn’t care if the present he got cost 50 cents, he just wanted to receive and open a lot of presents. And he was always on the “go” as long as I can remember. In fact, he was on the go until the day before he was last hospitalized. When we were kids, he took the youth groups we were part of everywhere and anywhere…out to eat…to play miniature golf, to go bowling, to 6 flags, summer camps and swimming. In their 70’s, he and mother joined our church’s youth group for a float trip. He visited me in Washington, D.C. and Virginia and he visited me in Missouri. He visited cousins in Ohio, New York, Washington State and Oklahoma. My niece and nephew’s favorite memory is their roadtrip with mom and dad to Seattle, the Redwood forests and Disneyland. He loved to drive. Mom and dad took driving vacations to Canada and New England. In my youth, we drove every summer to visit my mother’s parents and family in Seattle. He probably visited most of the states that make up our great country.

   When I was an infant, my mother said that I always knew when dad was going to be home from work and I cried until he held me and walked me for a couple hours. When I was growing up, he whipped me plenty because I was pretty rambunctious. There was nothing like being told, “wait until your father gets home” to put the fear of God into my heart! He taught me to sing and speak in front of crowd. He taught me to ride a bike, he taught me to drive a car, he taught me to love football and Tom Landry’s Dallas Cowboys and he taught me to play golf. He taught me to love the Lord and he taught me Bible verses. He loved to weave a yarn. He was the resident family story teller and historian and passed the mantle on to our cousin Jackie. He was the youngest of 5 brothers and 1 sister who survived and 3 brothers and 1 sister who died in infancy. He called my Aunt Jewel “sister”. He loved to eat! He loved to cook. He taught me how to make spaghetti and grandma’s Christmas candy, but he couldn’t teach me how to make meringue. I could never make meringue…but he could! His banana pudding is the legend of Hollaway family reunions. He loved his mama and his papa. He told me so many stories of his mama, who picked the tree in the woods every summer to be cut on Christmas Eve and his papa who sang so beautifully and had an opportunity to sing with the Stamps Quartet. Dad loved to sing. On driving vacations, in the car, we sang! He drove for years to Louisiana to sing in the 5th Sunday Singings in Bienville Parish. He was the emcee and lead vocalist of the Country Silver Band. He sang in the choirs here at FBCC. He taught me to love the Glenn Miller Orchestra and the Sons of the Pioneers. He taught me to dance the jitterbug. He loved game shows. His favorites were Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. He loved detective shows and westerns. He loved to do puzzles and play games. He loved to visit people. He visited people in hospitals. He visited people in nursing homes. He visited people in Assisted Living homes. He ran for Farmers Branch City Council in 1988 and he was a chapter president of the National Association of Retired Federal Employees. He loved to garden and he raised bees! With the exception of travel and illness, dad visited my mother’s grave every day for the last 10 years, often taking a chair and a lunch and talking to her and the folks here from the funeral home and Hilltop have told me some wonderful stories this week of their observations and encounters with dad at the cemetery.
   Dad loved to read. His personal library is extensive. He loved to read his Bible. He read at least 10 chapters every day. He loved to pray. He was always in the prayer room, at prayer meeting, at prayer breakfast, or with his prayer partner Todd Cordray. He prayed for me for 20 years, when I lost my way, and he lived to see those prayers answered. I talked to him almost every Wednesday and Sunday night on the phone as I was driving home from church. I told him everything that I was trying to do with the music at my church. He suggested songs he loved that the Live Wire Choir was learning or performing. We learned Mary Did You Know? Come and See What’s Happenin’ in the Barn, Worthy and so many other songs because of his suggestions. I always told my choir, “Dad says this is the best song ever and they rolled their eyes, but they grew to love them too. They knew dad too and every time he visited us in Missouri, we sang a duet at church, even the last time when he had a hard time getting up the couple of stairs to the podium.

   I hope this gives you a picture of my dad was indefatigable. He loved Jesus, he loved life and he loved all of you. I realize that I am very blessed to have had him for so long, but I must confess that I wasn’t ready to not have him any longer. I’ll close with another of his favorite scriptures from 1 Corinthians 15, “Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.”

   Dad loved life as much or more than anyone I’ve ever known. He was a big kid. He loved Christmas. He didn’t care if the present he got cost 50 cents, he just wanted to receive and open a lot of presents. And he was always on the “go” as long as I can remember. In fact, he was on the go until the day before he was last hospitalized. When we were kids, he took the youth groups we were part of everywhere and anywhere…out to eat…to play miniature golf, to go bowling, to 6 flags, summer camps and swimming. In their 70’s, he and mother joined our church’s youth group for a float trip. He visited me in Washington, D.C. and Virginia and he visited me in Missouri. He visited cousins in Ohio, New York, Washington State and Oklahoma. My niece and nephew’s favorite memory is their roadtrip... READ MORE →

   Posted by Rita Kaller from Montgomery City, MO - Daughter on August 07, 2011
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