RODGER HUFF
10/09/1949-11/26/2020
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wrote on December 4, 2020
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11:33 pm
What can you say about Rodger. How would you describe him? I would describe him as the most kind gentle person I've ever met in my life I total gentleman nice to everyone loved his family and especially his grandchildren rest in peace Rodger you will be missed by a lot of people especially at the VFW
wrote on December 4, 2020
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7:03 pm
It's amazing the weight of losing a parent. The clarity that happens at the flip of a switch is simply indescribable. The realization that no one is truly on your side or in your corner, offering support, and cheering on your success at the level your parent does is both comforting and humbling while at the same time earth shattering.
The ability to review your lifetime of interactions, almost as if on replay and in 3rd person view, is instantaneous. The weight of regret of things good and bad is tremendous. Reflecting on miscommunications, disagreements, and things that should have been avoided, left unspoken or resolved completely different is all too real. The thoughts of missed opportunities to connect, things left unexpressed, allowing the world to take over, excuses of your "all too busy" life and not having the ability to get those moments back becomes overwhelming with the click of a second hand on the clock.
Your mind races with "what ifs"...constantly.
Things you took for granted from the incessant texts to the subsequent phone calls go from being an irritant to the most priceless, missed and underappreciated things in the world. You'd give anything for just, one more interaction.
You are amazed by all the things that trigger thought, memories, happiness and tears. Inanimate objects, sights, sounds...even smells now have feelings associated with them you've never experienced before. And I assure you, these are not the things you would think they would be. It's all the little things. Your glasses, your wrist watch, an old pocket knife. The sweater we have chosen for you today.... these are the things that matter.
Among all of the things I have learned from you along the way. Some in how to be, others maybe even in how not to be. You still managed to leave me one more lesson. Quite honestly I think it’s the most powerful one yet dad.
You see in losing you, you've brought me clarity and added perspective in a way I don't believe anyone can truly have until they experience this level of loss. I wish that this was something that could be conveyed to someone without such a hefty price tag, but I am grateful none the less. So for all the things you have done, all the things you have said, all the lessons you have given me, Thank you Dad.
Thank you for helping me become the man I am and for pushing me grow to be. I love you Dad, I hope you were, are, and continue to be proud of me.
Your Son,
Andy
The ability to review your lifetime of interactions, almost as if on replay and in 3rd person view, is instantaneous. The weight of regret of things good and bad is tremendous. Reflecting on miscommunications, disagreements, and things that should have been avoided, left unspoken or resolved completely different is all too real. The thoughts of missed opportunities to connect, things left unexpressed, allowing the world to take over, excuses of your "all too busy" life and not having the ability to get those moments back becomes overwhelming with the click of a second hand on the clock.
Your mind races with "what ifs"...constantly.
Things you took for granted from the incessant texts to the subsequent phone calls go from being an irritant to the most priceless, missed and underappreciated things in the world. You'd give anything for just, one more interaction.
You are amazed by all the things that trigger thought, memories, happiness and tears. Inanimate objects, sights, sounds...even smells now have feelings associated with them you've never experienced before. And I assure you, these are not the things you would think they would be. It's all the little things. Your glasses, your wrist watch, an old pocket knife. The sweater we have chosen for you today.... these are the things that matter.
Among all of the things I have learned from you along the way. Some in how to be, others maybe even in how not to be. You still managed to leave me one more lesson. Quite honestly I think it’s the most powerful one yet dad.
You see in losing you, you've brought me clarity and added perspective in a way I don't believe anyone can truly have until they experience this level of loss. I wish that this was something that could be conveyed to someone without such a hefty price tag, but I am grateful none the less. So for all the things you have done, all the things you have said, all the lessons you have given me, Thank you Dad.
Thank you for helping me become the man I am and for pushing me grow to be. I love you Dad, I hope you were, are, and continue to be proud of me.
Your Son,
Andy