A Memorial Day Poem for my Dad, Harry L. Pruitt:
A Daughter and Her Dad
Home on Leave at his Parent's Farm
My Dad was a kind person and a loving dad. He loved to tell stories and talk to
everyone, usually about God. He was a
devoted Christian.
He always would bring home stray
cats and dogs to my brother and me. We
would wake up a lot of times with new puppies or kittens to greet us.
My son and I have continued this
legacy of picking up stray animals. They
seem to make the best pets.
My Dad instilled in me the love
of adventure, the love of collecting stuff and the love of antiques.
Lots of time we would go for a
weekend drive and drive for miles. Once
someone mentioned we had never been to the Chesapeake Bay and we just went, put
our feet in the bay and came back home.
My Dad loved the beach,
especially the Wilmington area; therefore, I love the beach.
I have lots of memories in my
house and furniture that my Dad gave me.
My Dad had patience and I am
afraid I failed at this trait.
He had patience with children and
our shopping adventures.
He helped me with my son during
rough times. He would pick up my crying,
colic baby and Peyton always stopped crying when his Grandpa picked him
up.
My Dad loved animals and people. He always said nice things about even the
worst person and he always listened to people’s problems. He would let people ride free on the bus when
he knew they did not have money, he would just say, “Pay me when you can and he
would pay for their fares.
My Mom even told me about a lady
in the grocery store was admiring their pork chops and said she wish she could
afford them.
My Dad just looked at her and told her to pick
up some chops and he would pay for them.
My Dad was just great!!!!
Even in the last months of his
life he was telling people about God.
He went around Duke, visiting
everyone’s room telling them about God and passing out his poem called, “Sixty
Seconds”.
My Dad to sum up his life was the
following:
·
Devoted Christian
·
Loving Father, Grandpa, Husband
·
Generous
·
Adventurous
By Deborah Pruitt Dix
Notes: My Father served in the Air Force during the 1950's but he was part of the nuclear experiments in Nevada, they drop nuclear bombs on his troops. Sad time in history. My Father passed on September 6, 2011, with complications of strange heart condition. I felt like a piece of heart died that day, Love and miss you Dad.
