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Neophyte Pundit on Thursday, December 21, 2006 9:54:20 AM
Tribute To William R. Addington
By Eric Jay Addington
My father, Billy Ray Addington, was born May 4th, 1924 in Jackson County
Missouri to Marion and Hiatt Addington. Oh, the things he had to have seen and been
through. He began working at the age of 5 a product of the Great Depression. At the age
of 10 he was delivering medicines on his bicycle. Of the 25 cents he made he gave 10
cents to his brother Marty and baby sister Mary Lee to go to the movies, and 5 cents for
popcorn. That was Dad, always sacrificing for his family.
At the age of 16 he left home and went off to make a life in California and then on to
Hawaii. At that time Dad was part of what was then known as the Lost Generation. A
generation more known to indulge in self gratification than in caring for others. That was
before that fateful day Dec. 7, 1941. Now the man, William R. Addington, in 1944
enlisted in the Army Corps of Engineers, 1st Platoon. He was honorably discharged in
1947 and was awarded the Victory Medal. Now he was part of what Tom Brokaw and
many historians now refer to as The Greatest Generation. They brought freedom to the
world and defeated Nazism and fascism.
Dad sacrificed for his family, friends and country and he never asked for anything in
return. That was my father, always giving, quick to forgive, and when you met him he
was your instant friend. Everywhere he went someone knew his name, kind of like Norm
from Cheers...
I am so honored to call him father. He taught me what it meant to be a man, a father,
and a husband. His attributes of honesty, dependability, moral uprightness without being
judgmental or haughty are what I try to emulate. He was conservative (small c) and a life
long democrat. Some of my fondest memories were of he and I discussing politics.
When I turned 18 and registered to vote in my 1st presidential election, for Ronald
Reagan no less, my father's response: he told me that he went and voted for the first time
in many years. That was my Dad, he always found a way to make me laugh, and cry at
the same time!
Last and certainly not least was my father's long suffering. He was in a terrible train
accident that broke his back. He endured that pain and worked harder for the family so
mom could stay at home with us kids. He was diagnosed with cancer about 6 years ago.
My Dad was a fighter. In the end he fought the good fight, never complaining. In the
end he was embarrassed to have others take care of him, and yet, through all the pain he
never complained.
Today I honor my father, I am a man, a husband, and a father, and if I am half of what
he was then I have succeeded. All is not lost, hope is alive, in his children, Marc,
Brian, and myself, in my mom's children for whom he gave too, Renee and Warren. And
hope is even more alive in all of his Grandchildren, Robert, Michael,
Conner, Brittany, Joey, AnnaMarie, Samantha, Elise, Carter and on her way Noelle.
Today, I will not say goodbye. I will instead say to dad, I look forward to seeing you
in Heaven, Praising God, where I will be sweeping the roads and Dad will be Suppin'!
For God's promise is forever:
"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he
dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?"
John 11:25,26
I am in Seattle to finalize my father's arrangements. I have been here since Saturday and was here to say goodbye to my father. He was able to recognize me, tell me that he loved me, asked me to tell my family that he loved them. He asked me to watch over the entire family...a very touching moment with my father.
He was surrounded with his family as he was taken into the arms of the Lord. I was able to read Psalms 23 and the Lord's Prayer and to pray with him and over him in the end. It was beautiful...
For those who have prayed for him and my family, I thank you and may God Bless you all.
Back next week...