My Father sure had his opinions!
He probably would have hated the funeral we gave him but, oh well.
"Your Father knows everything about everything," our mom used to say, "Now go tell him he forgot his glasses again!" (That is such a classic Mother-&-Father line that Kathy my sister told at the funeral. We all laughed.)
Father had done a little bit of many jobs (refrigeration, car mechanic, plumbing, gardening, football coaching, theater lighting) and was always more than willing to share his knowledge with everyone.
Whether a TV show we were watching, or a neighbor's home repair, or his friends at his bar, or one of the kids's school projects, nothing could stop him from offering his two cents to make the thing a little better.
He definitely knew how he liked things around the house and we were always messing around (with such a big family) and ruining things for him. I'll bet there never was a minute when he had everything just the way he needed it, so in that way he made us understand that his life was kind of tough. But he put up with us all! His dad had been mean to him as a boy, so he appreciated a good family life.
My best memories of Father were of when we were camping. He seemed to change out in the woods, to be better. He was our 'general' and we were his 'little army' he always used to say and when we were all doing our jobs he would stand by the campfire with such a smile on his face. We sure knew no bears were going to mess with us!
It is comforting to think of him with Angels now. And I think that maybe just maybe this site may bring some notice of the Throne Angels to him to help him. Father, we miss you.