Saturday, July 15, 2006


I've been thinking about my Dad a lot the past few weeks. He died on July 5, 2000. His birthday is coming up on July 24 (he would be 81, if I remember his birth year correctly). So I guess July brings with it many memories of my father.

To me, the one quality that stands out the most about Dad was his humility. He really had quite an illustrious career. He was in the Army in World War II, stationed in the Philippines. He and my mom were married for 52 years. He won all sorts of awards and distinctions as a business leader in the state of South Carolina. He managed a radio station for 40 years. He did the "color" for the Clemson Football Radio Network for several years in the '60s. Everybody in the town of Union, SC, knew him (to them, at the age of 52 I'm still "Ed Osborne's boy"). But in spite of all those honors and achievements, he was very self-effacing.

Probably my favorite memories of Dad are the many times he took me fishing and skiing on Lake Murray where we had a house. He would drive the boat for hours while my brother and I and our friends water-skiied, and I don't think he ever complained. In fact I don't remember him ever complaining about much. He stayed in our little town his whole working life. I guess he did that because he valued loyalty over ambition, community over upward-mobility.

I'm glad I could be a kid who knew his Dad was up there in the stands watching me play football and wrestling. I'm glad he made his marriage last a lifetime. I'm glad he taught me to work hard, be courteous, and look people in the eye. I'm glad we stayed in the same house my entire life...I think that gave me a measure of contentment and stability. I'm glad for the time we both pigged out on Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

After Dad retired he grew more and more affectionate, even though he also quickly started declining physically. My life changed the day he hugged me and wouldn't let go. We shared some particularly poignant moments in the months leading up to his death.

Thank you, God, for giving me a wise and humble father. I wish he were here to talk to. But there will be lots of time for that in heaven.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi brother Mike,

Today is Pop's birthday; he would have been 83 if my math is correct. I agree with you that one of his great gifts to us and world was his humility. I share your fond memories of fishing and skiing at Lake Murray, and also the years of Clemson games on autumn Saturdays. I think about him and Mother most every day and miss them terribly. I still dream about our house on Springdale Drive, across from the magical woods where I had so many adventures. Our parents were not perfect, but neither did they pretend to be. One of my comforting images I have of Dad now is being with his beloved family--his Mom, brother Jack, father Guy, and a host of cousins and friends with whom he was so close. With you I can indeed thank God for our parents and their steadfastness as a couple, as neighbors, as active and responsible members of their little community and church.

In my basement I have boxes and drawers of family mementos, records, and pictures that help me remember Dad and our larger family of origin. I am hoping to organize them electronically for all our kids so they will know something of the kinds of people from whom we have come.

Happy Birthday, Pops. I love you and miss you. I love you, too, little brother.