Thought of the Week

  • "Having OCD is like being allergic to life - every waking moment is spent in a state of mental hyper-sensitivity.”

Why am I returning to this blog after so long?

During this next year, this blog will "document" Devin's OCD, and the improvements she makes. In no way is this blog meant to make anyone feel sorry for our trials. We know that trials are merely blessings in wolves' clothing. Because any improvements will be minor and subtle as the days go by, I want to write it all down so that I can look back and see how far Devin has come. If you are a first-time reader, I suggest you begin by reading this post. It will give you some background and show you a starting point. Comments are welcome, but please be kind. This is not an easy illness to deal with. We're all just doing the best we can.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Marv

Darin's dad passed away Thursday. This is part of what Darin's sister wrote for his obit:


Marv was bigger than life, making a difference in the life of everyone he met. He loved spending time with his family, coaching his sons in baseball, teaching his daughters to drive stick-shifts and teasing and tickling his grandchildren. He spent many hours waterskiing with his friends and family, taking them horseback riding, camping and hunting. He was a true cowboy with a love of horses which he shared with his children in the beautiful cabin at Sports Haven where they spent their summers growing up.

Marv was a master salesman, a lifelong missionary, and a friend to everyone. Because of his love for people, young and old, his greatest satisfaction was when he witnessed the success and accomplishments of those he may have had an influence upon. Marv was an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He and his beautiful wife served in whatever capacity they were called and have had a diverse and powerful influence in their circle of friends and family.

Marv’s stories, jokes and sermons will be greatly missed by all of us who have heard them a hundred times and would gladly have heard them a hundred more. He was a tremendous man with a generous heart and a wise countenance. He was like a brilliant streak of light across our sky and, while he will be sorely missed here in mortality, we are so happy for the reunion he must be having through the thin veil that separates worlds. If we listen close we’re sure we can hear the strains of “Beautiful, Beautiful Brown Eyes”, “You Are My Sunshine” and “Sweet Violets” accompanied by his father’s piano, as that Silver-Haired Daddy of Ours joins in harmony with the music of those celebrating his arrival in the halls of Heaven.

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry for the passing of your dad. I was really surprised when I found out he had passed away. The funeral services was really nice. Great stories about your dad was shared. He sounded like a really fun guy and a fun time with the family while growing up. I can see where you get the great person that you are now. Your mom and dad are wonderful!

    I thought the poem by your brother with the cane was really good too!!! He did really good.

    Delaine

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