I’m sorry I won’t be able to spend the holidays with you this year, but God and your mother have other plans for me. I couldn’t help but accept their invitation, even if it means we aren’t going to be seeing each other for awhile.
I’m 87 years old, and even though life has been hard at times, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I wasn’t a college graduate, or even a high school graduate, but I did hold down several jobs in my lifetime. I was a produce manager, a lawn mower and small engine repairman, and even a fish bait salesman. I tried my hardest to provide for all of you and make sure you had the things you needed.
Even though I had many jobs, the most important job to me was that of being a good husband and a good father to you. I was lucky to marry the woman of my dreams, (Dorothy, your mother) and we were able to spend 55 loving years together. During that time, your mom and I managed to have and raise you four children (Anthony, Courtney, Brenda, and Rebecca). You brought great joy into our lives whether it was by having some beautiful grandchildren, great grandchildren, or even great-great grandchildren. Or, even if it was by us hearing good things about you and how you were so talented or how you might have touched someone’s life in some special way. You all managed to keep our Kiser household lively. That’s for sure!
As you know, as I got a little bit older, things got a little more difficult for me. When your mother died and I got colon cancer, I thought the world had come to an end, but you all gave me the strength to carry on for another 12 years.
My time here on Earth has come to a close, and I’d like to let some of the many people who were a part of my life’s journey know how much I have appreciated them. To my surviving brother and sisters, I want you to know how much I love you. I always have, and always will. To my coffee and fishing buddies, some who have gone on before me, I’m counting on you to save me a good fishing space on the bank of some lake or river. To those of you who have put up with me these last few years in the nursing home, I ask that you forgive me for any troubles I may have caused you (especially Dr. Pashek and you wonderful ladies I gave such a hard time to – Wink-Wink!). Not being able to hear, and suffering from dementia has caused me at times to say or do things I’m not proud of and would never have said or done otherwise. Enjoy and share the stories each of you have of me, and please remember me for the good I held inside.
Children, I see your Mother up ahead and she’s got the most beautiful smile on her face. It’s time to go. I’ll miss you, but goodbyes aren’t forever, and I’ll always be with you. Remember when I would kid you guys and say “You’ll miss me when I’m gone?” Well, I’m hoping that’s true now. I love you. Be nice. Be good.
Note: You were right, Dad, we do!
Harold Kiser passed away on November 20, 2016. He was one of 8 children born to James and Vera Kiser. He leaves behind his four children and their spouses, Anthony and Judy, Courtney, Brenda and Kent, Rebecca and David, and Tim Mears, former son-in-law, as well as grandchildren Renee, Jennifer, Tim, Doug, Bret, Dan, Josh, Justin, Megan and Sara, as well as several great grandchildren, great-great grandchildren, nieces and nephews. During his lifetime he was able to touch many and give much without having much himself. He will be missed.
Funeral to be held at Spencer, Libby & Powell, located at 1100 Kelly St., The Dalles, on Saturday, November 26 at 1 p.m. with Pastor Beane officiating.
Spencer, Libby & Powell Funeral Home in care of funeral arrangements.
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