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VAUGHN MONTY CREEL, 95, a resident of Dufur, Ore., died March 13, 2015 in The Dalles. Oregon.Spencer, Libby and Powell Funeral Home in care of arrangements
I Melody Juneith Creel Perales: the second born of five children to Vaughn Monty Creel, put pen to paper in a feeble effort to put into words, feelings and thoughts about a giant of a man; Humble and honorable; True to his word. If he said he would do something you could jolly well bank on it.
There aren’t enough words to describe our Daddy. And the great love and respect I have for him. I was always so proud of my Daddy. He was the most handsome man alive.
Our Daddy was all man, but soft spoken and gentle. I never heard him utter a hurtful unkind word about anyone, or utter a profanity or cuss word. He taught us how to love and respect all men, no mater the race or walk of life. He would say, “Unless you have walked a mile in that person’s moccasins, you can’t say anything about them”. Most of all he taught us love and great respect of our Great Creator God. How to take time to stop, look and listen of what God created for us, every little detail.
He taught us by example; upright and true. He would along a walk, tell us the names of all the trees, flowers and animals. While working he took time to explain the whys and how’s of everything. He taught us that we can do anything if we put our mind to it, use our minds and work it through. We all would go picking mushrooms and he taught us which ones were good and which one were bad. Picking huckleberries and having just fun, he was always there to teach and comfort. So many life's lessons that all of us will be able to draw on until we are gone. Yes, he taught us that you can do anything that you put your mind to do. Just think on it and you can figure it out. He taught us that there is a cause and effect to everything. Do the right thing and all will be well, do the wrong thing and reap the consequences.
One awful day I received a call and I was put into a position to make the hardest call in my entire life. I had to tell my wonderful loving kind gentle Daddy that his one and only son were brutally murdered over something as small as a driveway. That tore my heart out and I broke my sweet loving Daddy’s heart. How can I recover from that? How can I recover from that? Through that one call that I had to make that dreadful day, that man not only killed our brother he ultimately killed our father.
I miss our dear Daddy so very much it hurts. Everyday I thing, oh I must tell daddy about this, then it hits me, oh I can't -------- And I cry.
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