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Posted at 04:17 PM ET, 10/26/2011

Remembering dad

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My dad, Harry O. Dudley Jr., would be 91 now. He passed away in January 2002 following a stroke.
Katherine Dudley Hoehn's father, Harry O. Dudley, Jr. (Photo by Katherine Hoehn - Photo by Katherine Hoehn)

He was born in 1920, to loving parents who doted on him and treated him like a little prince. His mother died of complications of asthma when he was six and he was left in the care of a loving aunt, who moved into their home to care for him. It was from her that he learned to be a perfect gentleman, generous in every way.

Dad was a public servant, a county hospital administrator in the sleepy Florida town where I grew up with my siblings and our Mother. Dad wasn’t an athlete and had no interest in sports. I grew up in a house where we watched news and police action shows if we were allowed to watch TV. We watched the Rose Bowl Parade, not the game.

Dad was an impatient gardener who loved flowers and landscapes and a beautiful garden setting. Plants needed to bloom or they were replaced and he had a tendency to over-water and over-feed, a habit that extended to child rearing.

As an only child, he spent much of his time with adults. But he learned valuable lessons about the importance of communication, taking care of others and giving unto others. He was generous person and taught us that it is more important to give.

Dad was a very proud grandparent and loved the boys so much. He bought them special gifts, took them on outings and followed all of their activities with interest. We spoke by phone often and Dad ended every call with “we love you sweetheart.” How I miss that.

I am grateful that Dad encouraged me to write. I remember the first year I got to help address the Christmas cards and the fountain pen I received for the task. It felt very important to sign the cards for the family and most of all I loved the encouragement and the time with just the two of us. It was special and all ours.

Dad was also an inspiration with his faith in God. It is fitting that he’s watching over us from heaven now, knowing, in the end, it will only really matter that we were faithful and loving and caring to those around us.

Katherine Dudley Hoehn lives in Falls Church and blogs at www.observationsindailylife.blogspot.com.

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