I took a journey down a road. Were it went I did not know. It bent and turned many a time. When the day was done. I recognized the place that I had come.
Life is a journey we take. The path is rarely straight without turns and crossroads. It is on this journey that we take in this life that tells who we are. We have come to bury John David Bouscher. In a few weeks there will be a marker placed on his gravesite. It will say his name. It will say the day of his birth and the day of his death. These will be separated by a dash. It is that dash, that short dash between his birth and his death that was his journey. That tells who he is.
We will each chose to remember that dash as we see it. For people see what they want to see. Hear what they want to hear. This is what I chose to remember in that dash.
I am grateful for a Father that chose to serve his family. I see around me in the world men that have left their wife, their children, and their home for various reasons saying, "It was just too demanding. I was not getting out of it what I wanted or needed." I am grateful for a Father that was selflessness enough that he stayed with it. In the good times and the hard times. That he never shrank from the task. He worked hard to provide for his family and taught by actions and deeds. I learned that you are never too old to not grow up. Dad was quite the prankster. Many a time he played a joke on my children or me. This taught me the value of a good joke. Allowing me so see the humor in all things (even in the hard times). He tried to teach me to garden. I could have done without the weeding, but it taught me Tenacity. Sticking with something even when you do not like it. When you do, you reap great rewards. I did not like the weeding, but I did enjoy the vegetables and the fruits of my labors. He taught me the value of silence and an appreciation of God's handy work. One of my most cherished memories is sitting as a young child on a porch step with my Father. We did not say anything, just watched the sunset. He served us as adults. How many of his grandchildren did he give a name and a blessing to or stood in the prayer circle? How many did he give a Father's blessing to? A blessing of health and comfort? Did he not help Financially? Physically? Yes, he served his family. He may not have been the perfect Dad, But He was the perfect Dad for me.
"In memory of his God, his religion, his freedom, and his peace, his wife, and his children" Dad joined the military and served his country. He fought in the Korean War and World War II. He fought to preserve a free country. A place where his wife and children could enjoy those freedoms. In a world where many have forgotten the soldier who gave them those freedoms they enjoy, I thank my Father for saving those for me. I also thank him for teaching his sons, my brothers, to "remember their God, their religion, their freedom, their wives, their children, their mother and sisters" and serve to protect them and this Nation's Liberty. Dad never forgot his loyalty to his country and always wore his flag pin with pride and honor. A symbol that it still waves over the land of the free and home of the brave. A symbol he pledged his life to defend and protect.
Dad was a convert to his religion. I think somewhere in his studying of the scriptures at the time of his conversion Deuteronomy 6:5 must have touched his heart. "And thou shalt Love the Lord thy God with All thine Heart, and with All thy Soul, and with All thy Might." Dad did Love the Lord with all his heart. He served faithfully from the time of his conversion until his death. He never turned down a calling or shrank from its duties. He never lost a moment to share the gospel with others. He tried to teach us what he had learned. That God lives. That God loves us and his Love is unconditional. He learned that we find internal peace when we find eternal peace. The burdens on lifes journey may be heavy, but the load is lighter when shared. These lessons Dad had learned first hand having not always been a member. Not always having a personal relationship with his Eternal Father, God. He wanted to spare us the sorrow he had known.
Dad has gone before us. To learn the lessons on the next journey. I hope that when I join him on that next journey I will listen a little more to what he has to say from the lessons he has already learned from his journey. I hope the epitaph for the next journey is more then a dash. But on this journey I think the dash on John David Bouscher's Marker stands for service. Service to his Family, Service to his Country, and Service to his God.
Life is a journey we take. The path is rarely straight without turns and crossroads. It is on this journey that we take in this life that tells who we are. We have come to bury John David Bouscher. In a few weeks there will be a marker placed on his gravesite. It will say his name. It will say the day of his birth and the day of his death. These will be separated by a dash. It is that dash, that short dash between his birth and his death that was his journey. That tells who he is.
We will each chose to remember that dash as we see it. For people see what they want to see. Hear what they want to hear. This is what I chose to remember in that dash.
I am grateful for a Father that chose to serve his family. I see around me in the world men that have left their wife, their children, and their home for various reasons saying, "It was just too demanding. I was not getting out of it what I wanted or needed." I am grateful for a Father that was selflessness enough that he stayed with it. In the good times and the hard times. That he never shrank from the task. He worked hard to provide for his family and taught by actions and deeds. I learned that you are never too old to not grow up. Dad was quite the prankster. Many a time he played a joke on my children or me. This taught me the value of a good joke. Allowing me so see the humor in all things (even in the hard times). He tried to teach me to garden. I could have done without the weeding, but it taught me Tenacity. Sticking with something even when you do not like it. When you do, you reap great rewards. I did not like the weeding, but I did enjoy the vegetables and the fruits of my labors. He taught me the value of silence and an appreciation of God's handy work. One of my most cherished memories is sitting as a young child on a porch step with my Father. We did not say anything, just watched the sunset. He served us as adults. How many of his grandchildren did he give a name and a blessing to or stood in the prayer circle? How many did he give a Father's blessing to? A blessing of health and comfort? Did he not help Financially? Physically? Yes, he served his family. He may not have been the perfect Dad, But He was the perfect Dad for me.
"In memory of his God, his religion, his freedom, and his peace, his wife, and his children" Dad joined the military and served his country. He fought in the Korean War and World War II. He fought to preserve a free country. A place where his wife and children could enjoy those freedoms. In a world where many have forgotten the soldier who gave them those freedoms they enjoy, I thank my Father for saving those for me. I also thank him for teaching his sons, my brothers, to "remember their God, their religion, their freedom, their wives, their children, their mother and sisters" and serve to protect them and this Nation's Liberty. Dad never forgot his loyalty to his country and always wore his flag pin with pride and honor. A symbol that it still waves over the land of the free and home of the brave. A symbol he pledged his life to defend and protect.
Dad was a convert to his religion. I think somewhere in his studying of the scriptures at the time of his conversion Deuteronomy 6:5 must have touched his heart. "And thou shalt Love the Lord thy God with All thine Heart, and with All thy Soul, and with All thy Might." Dad did Love the Lord with all his heart. He served faithfully from the time of his conversion until his death. He never turned down a calling or shrank from its duties. He never lost a moment to share the gospel with others. He tried to teach us what he had learned. That God lives. That God loves us and his Love is unconditional. He learned that we find internal peace when we find eternal peace. The burdens on lifes journey may be heavy, but the load is lighter when shared. These lessons Dad had learned first hand having not always been a member. Not always having a personal relationship with his Eternal Father, God. He wanted to spare us the sorrow he had known.
Dad has gone before us. To learn the lessons on the next journey. I hope that when I join him on that next journey I will listen a little more to what he has to say from the lessons he has already learned from his journey. I hope the epitaph for the next journey is more then a dash. But on this journey I think the dash on John David Bouscher's Marker stands for service. Service to his Family, Service to his Country, and Service to his God.
I took a journey down a road. Were it went I did not know. It bent and turned many a time. When the day was done. I recognized the place that I had come.
Life is a journey we take. The path is rarely straight without turns and crossroads. It is on this journey that we take in this life that tells who we are. We have come to bury John David Bouscher. In a few weeks there will be a marker placed on his gravesite. It will say his name. It will say the day of his birth and the day of his death. These will be separated by a dash. It is that dash, that short dash between his birth and his death that was his journey. That tells who he is.
We will each chose to remember that dash as we see it. For people see what they want to see. Hear what they want to hear. This is what I chose to remember in that dash.
I am grateful for a Father that chose to serve his family. I see around me in the world men that have left their wife, their children, and their home for various reasons saying, "It was just too demanding. I was not getting out of it what I wanted or needed." I am grateful for a Father that was selflessness enough that he stayed with it. In the good times and the hard times. That he never shrank from the task. He worked hard to provide for his family and taught by actions and deeds. I learned that you are never too old to not grow up. Dad was quite the prankster. Many a time he played a joke on my children or me. This taught me the value of a good joke. Allowing me so see the humor in all things (even in the hard times). He tried to teach me to garden. I could have done without the weeding, but it taught me Tenacity. Sticking with something even when you do not like it. When you do, you reap great rewards. I did not like the weeding, but I did enjoy the vegetables and the fruits of my labors. He taught me the value of silence and an appreciation of God's handy work. One of my most cherished memories is sitting as a young child on a porch step with my Father. We did not say anything, just watched the sunset. He served us as adults. How many of his grandchildren did he give a name and a blessing to or stood in the prayer circle? How many did he give a Father's blessing to? A blessing of health and comfort? Did he not help Financially? Physically? Yes, he served his family. He may not have been the perfect Dad, But He was the perfect Dad for me.
"In memory of his God, his religion, his freedom, and his peace, his wife, and his children" Dad joined the military and served his country. He fought in the Korean War and World War II. He fought to preserve a free country. A place where his wife and children could enjoy those freedoms. In a world where many have forgotten the soldier who gave them those freedoms they enjoy, I thank my Father for saving those for me. I also thank him for teaching his sons, my brothers, to "remember their God, their religion, their freedom, their wives, their children, their mother and sisters" and serve to protect them and this Nation's Liberty. Dad never forgot his loyalty to his country and always wore his flag pin with pride and honor. A symbol that it still waves over the land of the free and home of the brave. A symbol he pledged his life to defend and protect.
Dad was a convert to his religion. I think somewhere in his studying of the scriptures at the time of his conversion Deuteronomy 6:5 must have touched his heart. "And thou shalt Love the Lord thy God with All thine Heart, and with All thy Soul, and with All thy Might." Dad did Love the Lord with all his heart. He served faithfully from the time of his conversion until his death. He never turned down a calling or shrank from its duties. He never lost a moment to share the gospel with others. He tried to teach us what he had learned. That God lives. That God loves us and his Love is unconditional. He learned that we find internal peace when we find eternal peace. The burdens on lifes journey may be heavy, but the load is lighter when shared. These lessons Dad had learned first hand having not always been a member. Not always having a personal relationship with his Eternal Father, God. He wanted to spare us the sorrow he had known.
Dad has gone before us. To learn the lessons on the next journey. I hope that when I join him on that next journey I will listen a little more to what he has to say from the lessons he has already learned from his journey. I hope the epitaph for the next journey is more then a dash. But on this journey I think the dash on John David Bouscher's Marker stands for service. Service to his Family, Service to his Country, and Service to his God.
Life is a journey we take. The path is rarely straight without turns and crossroads. It is on this journey that we take in this life that tells who we are. We have come to bury John David Bouscher. In a few weeks there will be a marker placed on his gravesite. It will say his name. It will say the day of his birth and the day of his death. These will be separated by a dash. It is that dash, that short dash between his birth and his death that was his journey. That tells who he is.
We will each chose to remember that dash as we see it. For people see what they want to see. Hear what they want to hear. This is what I chose to remember in that dash.
I am grateful for a Father that chose to serve his family. I see around me in the world men that have left their wife, their children, and their home for various reasons saying, "It was just too demanding. I was not getting out of it what I wanted or needed." I am grateful for a Father that was selflessness enough that he stayed with it. In the good times and the hard times. That he never shrank from the task. He worked hard to provide for his family and taught by actions and deeds. I learned that you are never too old to not grow up. Dad was quite the prankster. Many a time he played a joke on my children or me. This taught me the value of a good joke. Allowing me so see the humor in all things (even in the hard times). He tried to teach me to garden. I could have done without the weeding, but it taught me Tenacity. Sticking with something even when you do not like it. When you do, you reap great rewards. I did not like the weeding, but I did enjoy the vegetables and the fruits of my labors. He taught me the value of silence and an appreciation of God's handy work. One of my most cherished memories is sitting as a young child on a porch step with my Father. We did not say anything, just watched the sunset. He served us as adults. How many of his grandchildren did he give a name and a blessing to or stood in the prayer circle? How many did he give a Father's blessing to? A blessing of health and comfort? Did he not help Financially? Physically? Yes, he served his family. He may not have been the perfect Dad, But He was the perfect Dad for me.
"In memory of his God, his religion, his freedom, and his peace, his wife, and his children" Dad joined the military and served his country. He fought in the Korean War and World War II. He fought to preserve a free country. A place where his wife and children could enjoy those freedoms. In a world where many have forgotten the soldier who gave them those freedoms they enjoy, I thank my Father for saving those for me. I also thank him for teaching his sons, my brothers, to "remember their God, their religion, their freedom, their wives, their children, their mother and sisters" and serve to protect them and this Nation's Liberty. Dad never forgot his loyalty to his country and always wore his flag pin with pride and honor. A symbol that it still waves over the land of the free and home of the brave. A symbol he pledged his life to defend and protect.
Dad was a convert to his religion. I think somewhere in his studying of the scriptures at the time of his conversion Deuteronomy 6:5 must have touched his heart. "And thou shalt Love the Lord thy God with All thine Heart, and with All thy Soul, and with All thy Might." Dad did Love the Lord with all his heart. He served faithfully from the time of his conversion until his death. He never turned down a calling or shrank from its duties. He never lost a moment to share the gospel with others. He tried to teach us what he had learned. That God lives. That God loves us and his Love is unconditional. He learned that we find internal peace when we find eternal peace. The burdens on lifes journey may be heavy, but the load is lighter when shared. These lessons Dad had learned first hand having not always been a member. Not always having a personal relationship with his Eternal Father, God. He wanted to spare us the sorrow he had known.
Dad has gone before us. To learn the lessons on the next journey. I hope that when I join him on that next journey I will listen a little more to what he has to say from the lessons he has already learned from his journey. I hope the epitaph for the next journey is more then a dash. But on this journey I think the dash on John David Bouscher's Marker stands for service. Service to his Family, Service to his Country, and Service to his God.
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