My dad, known as 'Pappy' to his grand kids and great grandkids, a 2-year United States Air Force Captain and Doctor of Family Dentistry, went to his Heavenly home Wednesday, April 3rd, 2024 at 118pm. My mom got to see him take his last breath. Upon my dad's Heavenly arrival, I know my Landen was there first to jump in his arms and then greeted by his mom and dad. My dad had many nicknames through the years: Dash, Doc, Pap, Pappy. He first became 'Dash' in the early 70's when he and my mom used to play tennis and his converse tennis shoes had 'Flash N Dash' on the side of the shoe.
My dad was born in Langdale, a neighborhood of Valley, Alabama (His birth certificate states place of birth is Langdale which, as of 1980, is now Valley, Alabama. The city of Valley was incorporated in 1980 combining the four textile mill villages of Fairfax, Langdale, River View, and Shawmut.). He graduated from Cedar Hill High School in Cedar Hill, Texas in 1961 where he went to school with my mother, Anna Scott. He went on to the University of Texas at Arlington then to Baylor Dental School of Dallas. On October 6, 1962, he and my mother were joined into holy matrimony. Exactly 2 years later, I was born...After my dad graduated from Baylor Dental School in 1968, we moved to Travis AFB near Fairfield, California where he began his dental internship as a Captain of the USAF. My sister, Deneen, was born in August '68. 2 years later, dad was honorably discharged, moving his family to Union City, California where we had a backyard swimming pool.
One summer day in 1970, I was in the backyard near the pool. Mom, dad and my sister were inside. Mom looked out the kitchen window and saw me floating face down in the pool. She ran and got dad. He ran from the shower in his birthday suit to the backyard and pulled me out. He performed CPR until EMS arrived. I coughed up water from my stomach and lungs. I only remember waking up in the hospital. Mom thinks I had thrown a float in the pool and fell in. All I remember is waking up in the hospital, a 4-day stay. Thank you, dad. You're my hero.
In 1971, we moved back to Texas, settling in Azle (about 20 min north of Fort Worth). This is where my dad began his dental practice. Around 1973, he finally got his dream car, a white Porche 911 Targa. In 1978, he switched to a blue Porche 911 Targa. This is about the time he was getting his grilled steaks and brisket down to perfection. There's no way I'll ever be able to grill outside like my dad so those grilling days are gone forever. We shared many hobbies together which included skeet shooting, going to gun shows and listening to music. Rock & Jazz groups such as The Doobie Bros, Chicago, Eagles, Rita Coolage, George Benson, Chuck Mangione and gospel groups such as Dallas Holm & Praise and Andre Crouch & The Disciples were regularly played at our house. One of the most things I'm so grateful for is my parents letting me take guitar lessons. From 1974 thru 1977 my dad and mom took me to guitar lessons every week. In 1979, my dad had installed for us an in-ground swimming pool (yes, I knew how to swim by now). Then from 1980-1985, they allowed me to take karate lessons (but I couldn't get a trampoline. How's that!?).
I'm so blessed to have my parents together for 61 years 'till death did them apart. So many of my friends came from a broken home. My parents hardly ever argued, took care of each other and loved me and my sister, being here for us through our successes and failures. I never asked for much so when I needed something, dad would get it. We never did without, really. I never cared for Sega and Atari games like my friends. So my parents let me be in my element-outside, playing in the woods, climbing trees. He supported us all until about 1984 when my mom decided to get a part-time job at the Azle hospital just to stay busy. Because of my dad, I've had 2 dirt bikes, been water skiing, snow skiing, visited Disney World and Disney Land, visited Washington DC, driven through the Great Smokey Mountains, visited Ruby Falls in Chattanooga, TN and the Lost Sea Caverns in Sweetwater, TN. For the summers of 1974 thru 1977, my parents let me fly by myself to Georgia to visit my paternal grandparents. And last but not least, my dad loved golf. Sundays was his day to watch golf tournaments. He could watch a golf tournament on TV and sleep on the couch at the same time! When we went golfing together, he always let me drive the golf cart (golfing didn't come natural for me). One of my best memories of me and dad together was in August 1980, the hottest summer in Texas history, about 110 degrees at Squaw Creek Golf Course, just outside of Weatherford, Texas. We were at the 15th hole, a long Par 5. For the first time ever, he birdied that Par 5. We jumped and shouted. A few weeks later, he had a plaque made for his wall that held that golf ball...He got me my first vehicle in October 1980, just turning 16-a white/baby blue '75 Ford F150, 3 on the column, glass packs, curtains in the rear window and a clutch that almost took both legs to engage. He had to teach me to drive it since it was a standard. From '82 to '84, he let me drive his blue Porche, the only vehicle I've driven that hasn't been scratched in some way (yes, there really is no substitute).
He loved coconut pie, iced tea, coffee every morning, Mexican food, breakfast foods and wine. He and mom have travelled to Napa Valley, California 3 times. He finally built him a wine room that was chilled with its own A/C that kept the room about 55 degrees. I loved getting in there after mowing the lawn in the summer. My dad had a witty sense of humor, could crack one-liner jokes on the spot. During birthday parties, he'd say, "If you find a $20 bill in one of the cards, I lost mine the other day."
I want to thank Vitas Hospice who came to his house to meet his special needs. They also took care of my Landen. Also, a big thank you to Heart to Heart Hospice Center for making my dad comfortable a few days before he went to his Heavenly home. He leaves behind his wife, Anna, of 61 years; his son John and wife Angela; his daughter Deneen Carter, her husband Brad and his granddaughter Anna Taber ; his grandson Brenan Holloway and his great grandson, Wyatt; his granddaughter, Kaitlyn and his great grandchildren, Eden, Erin, Elliott and so many gun & wine friends.
A celebration of life will be held on Saturday, May 4, 1 pm at Movement City Church, 5301 Altamesa Blvd, Fort Worth, Texas 76123.
...Hey, dad...Now, you can play a perfect game of golf, every time. When it's my turn, I'll drive the Heavenly golf cart for you.
My dad, known as 'Pappy' to his grand kids and great grandkids, a 2-year United States Air Force Captain and Doctor of Family Dentistry, went to his Heavenly home Wednesday, April 3rd, 2024 at 118pm. My mom got to see him take his last breath. Upon my dad's Heavenly arrival, I know my Landen was there first to jump in his arms and then greeted by his mom and dad. My dad had many nicknames through the years: Dash, Doc, Pap, Pappy. He first became 'Dash' in the early 70's when he and my mom used to play tennis and his converse tennis shoes had 'Flash N Dash' on the side of the shoe.
My dad was born in Langdale, a neighborhood of Valley, Alabama (His birth certificate states place of birth is Langdale which, as of 1980, is now Valley, Alabama. The city of Valley was incorporated in 1980 combining the four textile mill villages of Fairfax, Langdale, River View, and Shawmut.). He graduated from Cedar Hill High School in Cedar Hill, Texas in 1961 where he went to school with my mother, Anna Scott. He went on to the University of Texas at Arlington then to Baylor Dental School of Dallas. On October 6, 1962, he and my mother were joined into holy matrimony. Exactly 2 years later, I was born...After my dad graduated from Baylor Dental School in 1968, we moved to Travis AFB near Fairfield, California where he began his dental internship as a Captain of the USAF. My sister, Deneen, was born in August '68. 2 years later, dad was honorably discharged, moving his family to Union City, California where we had a backyard swimming pool.
One summer day in 1970, I was in the backyard near the pool. Mom, dad and my sister were inside. Mom looked out the kitchen window and saw me floating face down in the pool. She ran and got dad. He ran from the shower in his birthday suit to the backyard and pulled me out. He performed CPR until EMS arrived. I coughed up water from my stomach and lungs. I only remember waking up in the hospital. Mom thinks I had thrown a float in the pool and fell in. All I remember is waking up in the hospital, a 4-day stay. Thank you, dad. You're my hero.
In 1971, we moved back to Texas, settling in Azle (about 20 min north of Fort Worth). This is where my dad began his dental practice. Around 1973, he finally got his dream car, a white Porche 911 Targa. In 1978, he switched to a blue Porche 911 Targa. This is about the time he was getting his grilled steaks and brisket down to perfection. There's no way I'll ever be able to grill outside like my dad so those grilling days are gone forever. We shared many hobbies together which included skeet shooting, going to gun shows and listening to music. Rock & Jazz groups such as The Doobie Bros, Chicago, Eagles, Rita Coolage, George Benson, Chuck Mangione and gospel groups such as Dallas Holm & Praise and Andre Crouch & The Disciples were regularly played at our house. One of the most things I'm so grateful for is my parents letting me take guitar lessons. From 1974 thru 1977 my dad and mom took me to guitar lessons every week. In 1979, my dad had installed for us an in-ground swimming pool (yes, I knew how to swim by now). Then from 1980-1985, they allowed me to take karate lessons (but I couldn't get a trampoline. How's that!?).
I'm so blessed to have my parents together for 61 years 'till death did them apart. So many of my friends came from a broken home. My parents hardly ever argued, took care of each other and loved me and my sister, being here for us through our successes and failures. I never asked for much so when I needed something, dad would get it. We never did without, really. I never cared for Sega and Atari games like my friends. So my parents let me be in my element-outside, playing in the woods, climbing trees. He supported us all until about 1984 when my mom decided to get a part-time job at the Azle hospital just to stay busy. Because of my dad, I've had 2 dirt bikes, been water skiing, snow skiing, visited Disney World and Disney Land, visited Washington DC, driven through the Great Smokey Mountains, visited Ruby Falls in Chattanooga, TN and the Lost Sea Caverns in Sweetwater, TN. For the summers of 1974 thru 1977, my parents let me fly by myself to Georgia to visit my paternal grandparents. And last but not least, my dad loved golf. Sundays was his day to watch golf tournaments. He could watch a golf tournament on TV and sleep on the couch at the same time! When we went golfing together, he always let me drive the golf cart (golfing didn't come natural for me). One of my best memories of me and dad together was in August 1980, the hottest summer in Texas history, about 110 degrees at Squaw Creek Golf Course, just outside of Weatherford, Texas. We were at the 15th hole, a long Par 5. For the first time ever, he birdied that Par 5. We jumped and shouted. A few weeks later, he had a plaque made for his wall that held that golf ball...He got me my first vehicle in October 1980, just turning 16-a white/baby blue '75 Ford F150, 3 on the column, glass packs, curtains in the rear window and a clutch that almost took both legs to engage. He had to teach me to drive it since it was a standard. From '82 to '84, he let me drive his blue Porche, the only vehicle I've driven that hasn't been scratched in some way (yes, there really is no substitute).
He loved coconut pie, iced tea, coffee every morning, Mexican food, breakfast foods and wine. He and mom have travelled to Napa Valley, California 3 times. He finally built him a wine room that was chilled with its own A/C that kept the room about 55 degrees. I loved getting in there after mowing the lawn in the summer. My dad had a witty sense of humor, could crack one-liner jokes on the spot. During birthday parties, he'd say, "If you find a $20 bill in one of the cards, I lost mine the other day."
I want to thank Vitas Hospice who came to his house to meet his special needs. They also took care of my Landen. Also, a big thank you to Heart to Heart Hospice Center for making my dad comfortable a few days before he went to his Heavenly home. He leaves behind his wife, Anna, of 61 years; his son John and wife Angela; his daughter Deneen Carter, her husband Brad and his granddaughter Anna Taber ; his grandson Brenan Holloway and his great grandson, Wyatt; his granddaughter, Kaitlyn and his great grandchildren, Eden, Erin, Elliott and so many gun & wine friends.
A celebration of life will be held on Saturday, May 4, 1 pm at Movement City Church, 5301 Altamesa Blvd, Fort Worth, Texas 76123.
...Hey, dad...Now, you can play a perfect game of golf, every time. When it's my turn, I'll drive the Heavenly golf cart for you.
