My dad epitomized "Silent waters run deep". Although, I talk far more than my dad, I did inherit his propensity for introspection.
My dad was humble. He stood for the underdog. Although, he often was dismayed by an undeserved lack of respect from those with a superior opinion of themselves, he consistently followed and illustrated his belief that we are all equal. I live by that ideology too.
My dad's diligent devotion to hard work never flagged. I watched him go to work everyday, working a relentless schedule of shiftwork, leaving tired from lack of sleep, with painful episodes of gout, where he could hardly walk, in snowstorms when he stayed over at work, never complaining and remaining grateful for the job that allowed him to support his family well. After he died, my mother showed me a letter from his lifelong workplace, Anheuser-Busch, where he worked as a fireman and oiler, that commended his attendance and exemplary work ethic. I tried to live up to his example.
Although my dad worked hard, he was not wrapped up in consumerism. The vehicles he bought for himself were basic, with heat; not even a radio or air-conditioning. Yet, he bought mom a top of the line Honda Accord equipped with air-conditioning and all the accoutrements she wanted. I remember him giving away a car he was ready to trade in on a new one to a man who had no means of getting to work. Dad had no interest in spending money on clothes he found pretentious, but never questioned anything my mother wanted to buy. I found I had to be careful casually admiring "things", because my dad then wanted to buy it for me!
I could go on and on, but I'd run out of space. Thank you, Docmo, for the opportunity to remember and reminisce.