Stirrings : 1 Year Ago

Written By Jen

On July 24th, 2010, early that Saturday morning, I received a phone call from our close family friend Gail.  My mom was en route on her way home from visiting her family in Germany.  Gail said, “Jenny, as you know we are staying at your parents place and I usually don’t answer their phone when they are gone, but this morning they seem to be getting an unusual number of phone calls from Canada.”  The message was from Canadian Air Traffic Control saying that my dad’s plane had flown off radar shortly after take off that morning.  That morning I was getting ready to take my daughter to a birthday party where several of my best friends would be too.  I was about an hour and a half late, showed up in shades, and my mind was going over every possible scenario.  What followed was 5 or 6 sleepless nights.  I have a greater understanding and compassion for those who have family members “missing”.  Those were some of the hardest days of my life.  Canadian Search and Rescue worked diligently.  My mom and brothers and I did all we could to aid their search and answer questions.  Five days later they found his plane.  We were granted closure and I am thankful.  After a wonderful trip with his son and grandson canoeing we learned from Canadian Search and Rescue that he had died on impact.  We don’t know all the whys but we know enough.  We know he had a wonderful trip and he died doing something he loved.  He said to my mom before leaving, “Getting there is half the adventure for me.”  It is that spirit of adventure that made his life an incredible story.  I wanted to share a few pictures with you in this post in his memory.

My parents were grand travel companions.

This was earlier in 2010 my kids and I went to California with my mom and dad. LOVE.

My dad walking me down the aisle. We got married at my parents house. It was intimate and beautiful. My dad actually took off his tevas for a few minutes and set down his coffee cut and his camera. I think everyone remembers my dad walking around with a camera interviewing everyone before my wedding.If there was a baby in the room my dad was holding it. He was crazy about his grandkids and he always longed for the grandkids to be cousins and friends. Here he is holding my middle baby boy.

My dad would fly us around Colorado in his helicopter, chasing herds of deer and getting close up views of old indian cliff dwellings.

My dad spent his summers as a ranch had in Clover Leaf Nevada. He told us many stories of their pet owl that nearly took off his finger and it looks as though he was a real cowboy in the making.

Dad in Hong Kong with the US Navy. This was my Dad's first and last plane. He loved to fly.

He took a camera every where he went. He was a student of different cultures and always seemed to be making new friends.


This is how my mom remembers my dad. They often spent their time together hiking around Colorado.Here my dad and my brother are hiking Mt. Ypsilon.This is my Dad's favorite picture of himself as a child.These breath-taking views kept him coming back for more.This is my mom and dad with my two oldest children. Looking at the amazing icicles would never be enough, they had to experience them.This is my Uncle Roy, my dad's brother and his wife, Aunt Margaret, my Aunt Danny and my dad's brother, my Uncle Cliff, and my mom and dad.

This is the tribute I wrote to my dad for his memorial service.

He is everything to me…

My business partner

My help line when my camera breaks

My research and development director on the latest photography technology

My mentor

My perspective on supporting the underdog and the black sheep

My personal world news network

My meteorologist

My pilot

My families Tuesday night dinner date

My Children’s Opa

My dad, He is everything to me….

The reason my children squeal with joy from ribber nibbers and chin choppers

The Cookie Monster in My House

My son London’s Soul Mate

My reason to turn my lights off in my house and clean it up

My conscious to take care of my clothing and furniture

My reminder that there is plenty of money to be had and none to be wasted

My example to keep a car forever

My babysitter who is always available

My mom’s best friend

My challenge to my theology

My dad, He is everything to me…..

He is the guide who taught me “When In Rome, do as the Romans”  even if it meant  spending 21 days in China teaching me, a 10-year-old, to eat with chop sticks, and in the end we could have 1 minute races to see who could get the most marbles in a bowl.

My biggest silent fan

My favorite cowboy

My Charlie Rose Highlight Real

My Droid Updater

My Children’s favorite Storyteller

My binoculars to the world

My Motivation to Work Out and Eat Healthy

My desire to Work Hard

My shelter

My education

My dad, He is everything to me….

He is my teacher who reminds me, when encountering new people or places, do not force my culture or ideology on them, instead, be a learner and discover a new land.

My Friend

My Children’s 4 Wheel Driver

My engineer who builds contraptions of string and a pencil to teach my daughter how to walk

My sons Ride Home from Pre-School

My Videographer

My friends answer when they need a place to stay, a wedding location, or a book for school.

My generosity

My Home

My Tour Guide

My Love for Art

My reason for Hours Spent at Museums

My dad, He is everything to me….

He is the one who see Scott as a wonderful husband to me, father to my kids and quick to pick up the latest technology

My Dad is my Love for New York City

My Honest and Integrity

My Adventure

My Kids Biggest Advocate

My boost to reach the Stars and My Traction Keeping My Feet on the Ground

My Dad is who He is because he had a wonderful woman like my mom stood by his side

My Dad is because my mom was literally the wind beneath his wings

My dad, He is everything to me….

My Family is The Love of My Life:

My Friends, an AMAZING Support

My God is my Rock:
ALL of you are my Giants, thank you for lending me your shoulders.

My dad, He is everything to me

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