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Eulogy for my dad: I am who I am because of you

11/1/2017

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On October 3, 2017, my dad Gary Penley died. I had the kind of relationship sons long to have with their fathers. I wish more people could have dads like mine, and I wish I could have had my dad for a little bit longer. I have never felt such a debilitating pain in my gut, such a gaping hole in my heart. I can't imagine how the trembling, the love, or the loss will ever fade. Right now I can only limp forward carrying the legacy and lore of a dad I loved more than any other man on this earth. I can only listen to years of voicemails from a dad who wanted nothing more than to connect and make this kid feel like a king.

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I wrote and presented this eulogy at his funeral in Momence, IL on October 9, 2017. I share it with you to motivate, to move you, to paint the picture of how great an imperfect parent can be.

​Some of you knew my dad as a friend, a boss, a birder, a co-worker, a brother, a son, a husband, but I knew him simply as dad. My dad came from small-town Illinois and ended up a big-city executive. He was the first person in his family to graduate from college, and he turned that education into an amazing career that allowed him to bless so many other people. Of course, he was the only guy in senior management who came to work in his suit on Monday with grease underneath his fingernails from doing man’s work on the weekend. He worked so hard his whole life to take care of us kids. And he did. So much of my success professionally has come from mimicking his relentless focus.
My dad lived a full life. He saved Kimberly Clark millions of dollars while taking care of thousands of employees. He trekked deep into the jungles of Panama and marshlands of coastal Georgia chasing birds. He spent enough time on Hawaiian islands to make us all jealous. He owned a motorcycle, a mustang, a corvette, and more saltwater fish tanks than I’ve ever seen outside an aquarium. But his biggest accomplishment was four kids who all went on to get married, build their own careers, and pour into his grandkids in ways he had never seen growing up.
 
My dad didn’t die well. But he lived full steam ahead. The number of traffic violations he had suggest he lived a little too fast. But he gave us all a string of adventures to remember.
My Memories of Dad

I Remember:
  • Riding on the back of his motorcycle on country roads in Wisconsin
  • Reading novels together at night in middle school
  • Late nights working underneath a car covered in grease
  • Thanksgiving football games where he kept trying to run like he was still young
  • Wrestling, no "Wrastling," so hard until we broke mom's rocking chair
  • Dad fixing anything that broke whether he should have or not
  • Dad using hose clamps to stop the shampoo holder from sliding down the showerhead
  • Waiting for dad at the airport after a long business trip and getting gifts that told us we were what's most important to him
  • Watching football on the recliners hoping each year the Bears would get good again like 1985
  • Copying and cutting out fake money at my dad's office while he did some work on Saturday
  • Shooting rockets with a frog inside just to see how dizzy it would be when it landed, and puncturing a hole in the roof at Lowes because he didn’t take the time to reset the launcher angle when he put the big one on
  • Going to Indy races with my dad just to talk about how much horsepower Honda could put in those engines and to get another autograph from Mario Andretti
  • Eating bacon, egg, and cheese mcmuffins on Sunday night because dad didn't know how to cook anything else
  • Smoking cigars on the back patio and swapping stories about lessons we have learned in business
  • Answering questions he had about what difficult Bible verses really mean so he could teach his small group better
  • Going to Don Pablo’s for Mexican food at night after a long day of working in the garage together
  • Playing Caroms and Canasta on family game nights
  • Sledding down the snowy hill at the Nenonen’s house in upper Michigan after dad created a banked trail through the trees that nearly killed us all
​My dad did not always live by the words he said, but I learned a lot from those words. Some weren't remarkably complex but they were true:
  1. When it came to fiscal responsibility, he taught us: “don’t leave the door open, it costs a lot to air condition the whole neighborhood.”
  2. When it came to human equality, he taught us: “everyone has to put their pants on one leg at a time.”
  3. When it came to enjoying the simple things in life, he taught us: “if you’re bored, why don’t you pick your boogers and roll them into little balls so you can throw them at each other.”
 
I was always impressed how my dad could drive with one knee when we were young. Now I do the same thing to impress my kids. I only wish I had his ability to take out his teeth in one quick move for entertainment or the reflexes to catch them when they fell out going down the fastest roller coaster at Cedar Point. To be honest, I have never met another man in life who could write so well with a "pin" (since he could never quite pronounce "pen" properly).
 
I never did get used to him blowing his nose in a handkerchief and sticking it back in his pocket, but I did wear a lot of sleeveless undershirts in high school to be just like him. I still wear his red plaid lumberjack coat when I work in the yard or sit by the fire because I have nothing but good memories of my dad working and walking around in that old coat. I wear it proud, hoping one day my kids will have a million good memories of me taking care of them in that old coat.
I am who I am because of my Dad

I want my kids to know that I am who I am because of my dad. Every time our toilet breaks or the washer stops working, I stay up late fixing it because that's what my dad taught me. Every time I get out my Craftsmen toolset, I got ratchets and sockets because that's what my dad got me for my high school graduation gift. Every time I tickle my kids on the floor or set up the Hot Wheels track to race cars, I do it because that's what my dad taught me. Every time I do a tune up on my car or stare at a bird, I do it because that's what my dad taught me. Every time I bring back gifts for my kids from a long trip or drag kids around my house hanging onto both arms and both legs, I do it because that's what my dad taught me. Every time I snuggle up with one of my kids to watch a movie or say goodnight, I do it because that's what my dad taught me. My dad gave me everything he was, and I couldn't be more grateful for what I got.

When I was 19 years old, I wrote a poem to tell my dad what he had done for me. I wanted him to know how good my childhood had been, how I carry the confidence of ten men because of his strength. I wanted him to know the legacy he had left. He kept this poem on display in his house for the last 18 years of his life.
A Father's Strength

​cold nights with greasy hands
a sleepy helper under the old van,
but when I gripped that wrench tight
i saw my dad smile at six-year old might

next a four-inch saw in my little palm
a three-foot tall kid helping at grandpa's home,
still my father's eyes though sharp and rough
tell me that i am strong enough

even scared to play the game again
having took too many balls to the chest,
i overheard my dad tell mom
i was one of the best

then preaching with passion's poise
one morning on chapel's stage,
i heard my dad brag later
did you see my son today

and cradling a small orphan child
abandoned in a Bolivian home,
i cried for little Serbando there
and shared what my father shown

these words and smiles mark my mind
the memories I can't forget,
my dad has said he's proud of me
with that I am content

dad I can't tell you what you've meant
wish i could share at length,
but know you've made this boy a man
and given a Father's strength
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What my Dad Truly Cared About

Now My dad didn't have patience or a high degree of emotional intelligence when it came to deep, personal relationships, but he was light years ahead of the abusive example he had growing up. He suffered through night terrors from things he experienced as a child, and pushed himself ruthlessly to exceed expectations on every job he had so that no one would ever say the kind of crushing comments he heard from his father. Despite the bad deck dealt to my dad that left him feeling unimportant, my dad did what he knew how, to give us kids a different life--a better life. And after consulting with my brother and sisters, I can confidently say, he succeeded.
 
The passion he had for us kids and his grandkids was palpable. If you walk through the hallways of his house or sit in his office chair, you can see that passion for his family everywhere. You might have heard a lot about birds in his final years or seen his bird books that he published, but his home was lined with photos of his family. It was easy to see what he truly cared about. He longed for long conversations with his kids, even though he didn’t know how to have them very well. But he did know how to give good, long, full hugs.
 
He did know how to sacrifice his health to help someone in need. I can’t imagine how long the list is of family, friends, and strangers whose car he fixed, or roof he repaired, or who received a check when they were struggling to make it. He was the definition of a generous man, ready to serve no matter what. In the last week of his life, he spent it building a wheelchair ramp for an elderly woman. That was my dad.
 
I know so many people who go through life not knowing if their dad loved them, not knowing if he believed in them, not knowing if he was proud of them. But I never once had to have that doubt. In the past few years, the saddest days in my dad's life always came on the last day he was visiting one of us kids and knew he had to say goodbye. I know how that feels now. Goodbye dad.
7 Comments
Lee
11/1/2017 08:44:20 pm

Thanks for sharing this. I appreciate you bro. Lee

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Robert
11/1/2017 09:15:25 pm

Beautifully written Paul. You have a great legacy to carry forward. Praying for you daily in this season of loss.

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Ed Nenonen
11/2/2017 03:28:13 am

I appreciate the honor you have given here to your dad. Every dad would hope for the same. Thank you Paul!

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Joseph
11/2/2017 08:17:19 am

Hopefully this will inspire other father's to be more like your dad, as it has me!

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Ken Robertson
11/2/2017 11:59:43 am

This is stunningly, achingly beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with all of us who couldn't be there...

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Cliff E.
9/27/2019 10:44:08 am

I have 2 sons, 6 and 8yo. I want to be like your father to my kids. Thanks for sharing. I am a better father because of your dad. Thanks again and god bless.

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Julie
3/9/2022 12:04:35 am

Paul,

I have no idea who you are, and I seem to have found this post much later than when it was posted, but your tribute to your dad was an exceptional and emotional display of your love for him.

I recently lost my dad this past year due to Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I have a special occasion speech due for one of my classes soon, and I’m planning on writing a eulogy to my dad. The things I wished I would have said at his service, but was too heartbroken to do so. I found your tribute through my search for some inspiration and structure, as I’ve never written a eulogy before.

The way you have described your dad is the same way I would describe mine. The best man I’ve ever known. I’m so glad I found this post. The way you spoke about your dad with such love and eloquence brought a tear to my eyes. May your father rest in peace.

I don’t know you, nor do I know him, but I do know he is watching over you and your family with a smile.

Although you may never see this comment, I’m glad I found yours. Thank you, Paul.

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