Lost my dad Wednesday

Jim M-glass guy

Active Member
Greg, I am sorry for your loss of your father. He truly was a great man and father working hard to keep his family and relationships the best possible. Truly a mentor as well as a friend in a dual role that is difficult to balance. Know that those good memories will be there at the times you may need them the most in the future. He is still with you if you allow that in your deepest part of your being. I lost my father 36 years ago at his age of 63. He has helped me as many times or more after he died as when alive. I am not a religious person, but a recovering Catholic; yet I really do believe that our loved ones are very much still with us. The means of communication are just rearranged and our visitation is not visual. Your sharing of his and your relationship is wonderful and keep that correspondence with him. You are going to also, some time in the future - hopefully - be able to heal with those others in your family to realize the big picture of family and importance. You definately have your priorities correct and are also a wonderful father yourself. You, and he have done an excellent job. Please hang in there during this period and know that there are a great number of folks who really care about you. The folks on this website are truly wonderful folks. Cherish your wonderful memories and share your challenges with him in the future as those challenges occur. I am sure he would be cheering you on.
 

Freestone

WFF Supporter
What an amazing loving tribute to your dad, Greg. It sounds like he will always live in your heart and in your “Go For It” spirit. You have my deepest condolences, Greg. I hope that his death helps bring the family together and heal so that you can spread his ashes on the Yak.
 

SilverFly

Active Member
So sorry for your loss Greg. Great tribute to your Dad that brought up some very familiar memories. My Dad was also an engineer and the smartest guy I've ever known. He worked an awful lot but was always there when I really needed him.

The story of running the Widow Maker on the EFL hit especially close to home. Boat building was one of several interests we shared. Dad also liked to experiment so we built a 19' white water canoe he designed, based on native dugouts he saw as kid. Then "went for it" on the East Fork. The long, wide, flat-bottom on that thing straddled the standing waves like we were riding a toboggan. We were going so fast, we spun out in a cookie when hit the pool below the WM chute! Some of my best memories of him are on that river.

I have a feeling our Dad's would've been friends had they met.
 

Greg Price

Love da little fishies
So sorry for your loss Greg. Great tribute to your Dad that brought up some very familiar memories. My Dad was also an engineer and the smartest guy I've ever known. He worked an awful lot but was always there when I really needed him.

The story of running the Widow Maker on the EFL hit especially close to home. Boat building was one of several interests we shared. Dad also liked to experiment so we built a 19' white water canoe he designed, based on native dugouts he saw as kid. Then "went for it" on the East Fork. The long, wide, flat-bottom on that thing straddled the standing waves like we were riding a toboggan. We were going so fast, we spun out in a cookie when hit the pool below the WM chute! Some of my best memories of him are on that river.

I have a feeling our Dad's would've been friends had they met.
Yeh, I destroyed an 18 foot aluminum canoe just upstream of the highway in Lewisville park when I was 16. Dad and I beat the huge dents out of that boat but it leaked until the day I gave it to a military family last year. I got that boat at age 10 and gave it away at age 57. So taking my dads expensive and beautiful clack through widowmaker made me pucker for sure, but was able to muster courage gained from my dads encouragement and familiar yell of GO FOR IT. I made it through without putting a scratch on the boat. Funny thing is I had taken our old beater aluminum boat through it a few years before with no worries as another scratch in the aluminum would hardly be noticeable in the old battle ax
 

cdnred

Active Member
Sorry for your loss Greg, my condolences to you and your family. Fathers are especially hard to lose when you grew so close and shared so many memories together as a child. He seems to have left a lasting impression on you that you can pass on to your children..
 

High&NeverDry

Active Member
I'm so very sorry for your loss. I lost my father many years ago and it was the HARDEST thing I have ever gone through. Please accept my sincere condolences. It is so vitally important to let the people we love know how we feel about them, never be afraid to say I love you....you don't know how many chances you have.....
 
My dad was the greatest.

He took time to teach me snow skiing, water skiing, camping, dirt bikinig, auto, ski boat and motorcycle mechanics from an early age. He had a British sports car rhat was only driven in summer but required constant attention to tune dual carbs and mess with Lucas electricals.

I got him into Sailing and fly fishing.

He had more confidence than anyone I knew. His mathematical skills were unbelievable. His day job in the 70's was designing Hyster lift trucks out of corporte in Portland OR. He took a part time night job in the 70's teaching a college.
class called Statics and Dynamics. Administration made him fail half his class every quarter to weed out engineers from non engineers.

When his two jobs took away from family time mom and him decided to designate Wed night as family night. We swam at the Tigard pool as a family and I really looked forward to that. I summer we launched the boat on the columbia river and water skied a bit, then had fresh barbecue ham burgers on the beach. Wow those burgers mom made were tasty. Especially after expending calories swimming and skiing I the cold water.

After college he got a mono hull sailboat that was moored in a slip. I had a Hobe cat hot rod. We both liked sailing or cruising together.

Then we Co purchase an old Wooldridge aluminum drift boat and gear fished for winter steelhead

I got the fly fishing sickness soon after and gave it to my dad. He grew up in Yakima, so I invited him to fish with me at Yakima canon, . He wanted to dry flyfish bu I made him put on a wet fly with indicator. We put in at Big Horn and I made no more than 8 or 9 pulls on the oars and his bobber went down near shore just below the highway. He gleefully played and landed an exceptional rainbow of about 19 inches! Begginer luck as it was his first time on the river and I think it was his first year of fly fishing. Needless to say he was enamored with the Yak. And he agreed fishing with a bobber was productive. That was mid 90s. We ended up making father son annual camping and fly fishing trip early fall each year after river flows allowed us to get out of boat to fish. For several years I left my wooldridge home as he a d my uncle had a much nicer clackacraft we fished out of. We continued our annual father son trips and watched as reds changed from a lovely place to camp into a resort with no camping. We were amazed that steve, the new owners remembered our names and dad I enjoyed the advice a d hot flies of the da seemed like we always got more lucky when we took the advice and fished the store boubt reds flynshop flies.w

Then rhe messy divorce between my mom and dad happened about 10 years ago. I was forced to choose sides, so I chose the weak link, my mom. That ended my relationship with my dad and with my mom's brother who went against her. I lost three men in my life at that time, the tnird being my sisters husband. All, three of us had taken fun trip to Alaska to fly fish for salmon in streams with a guide buddy of mine from high school.

I have floated the yak several times since the divorce, but the mental termoil I had after remembering the special times showing dad the river and fish we worked together to catch bummed me out. So I quit going a d have since explored new places to catch large fish away fTom the crowds.

I choose to remember the support and confidence my dad gave me at all the turning points In life. His favorite saying was GO FOR IT!!!

When I stood at the face of the upper ski bowl mogul hill while night skiing with his Co workers he would yell GO FOR IT!!!

When I was at the oars of his nearly scratch less drift boat at the head of the "Widow Maker" chute o the East Fork Of the Lewis - GO FOR IT!!!!

When I was 10 years old with my Yamaha 60 at the base of a hill climb in the Tillimook Burn looking up to where my dad had just climbed it on his look a like but much bigger Yamaha 360 Greg - GO FOR IT!!!!

Dad as you see JESUS, make a perfect cast, golf swing, enjoy your amazing sail boat or ride around heaven with the top down DAD -GO FOR IT

Dad was 85 when he passed. I saw him only 3 times since the divorce due to horrible family issues. I was able to make amends with him a few years ago.
Greg,
Thanks for the reminiscences of a wonderful father/son relationship. Keep the good memories and try not to let them be sullied by the others. I'm sorry for your loss.
Dick
 

Greg Price

Love da little fishies
Yeh, I destroyed an 18 foot aluminum canoe just upstream of the highway in Lewisville park when I was 16. Dad and I beat the huge dents out of that boat but it leaked until the day I gave it to a military family last year. I got that boat at age 10 and gave it away at age 57. So taking my dads expensive and beautiful clack through widowmaker made me pucker for sure, but was able to muster courage gained from my dads encouragement and familiar yell of GO FOR IT. I made it through without putting a scratch on the boat. Funny thing is I had taken our old beater aluminum boat through it a few years before with no worries as another scratch in the aluminum would hardly be noticeable in the old battle ax
So sorry for your loss Greg. Great tribute to your Dad that brought up some very familiar memories. My Dad was also an engineer and the smartest guy I've ever known. He worked an awful lot but was always there when I really needed him.

The story of running the Widow Maker on the EFL hit especially close to home. Boat building was one of several interests we shared. Dad also liked to experiment so we built a 19' white water canoe he designed, based on native dugouts he saw as kid. Then "went for it" on the East Fork. The long, wide, flat-bottom on that thing straddled the standing waves like we were riding a toboggan. We were going so fast, we spun out in a cookie when hit the pool below the WM chute! Some of my best memories of him are on that river.

I have a feeling our Dad's would've been friends had they met.
Wow that is a wild and wonderful ride you had with your dad! It is great as long as no one dies or gets maimed. It tickles my funny one that your momentum made you do a cookie in the flat water. Great story !!!!!

I was catapulted an entire canoe length forward and rode out the rock garden trapped underneath the canoe holding onto the stingers of an upside down canoe. I was amazed at how loud the aluminum getting crumpled by large river rocks was. It was even more amazing that my dad was able to pound the bent up canoe back into shape to be used again. One of the gashes caved in the side of the canoe half way from side to side almost mid ships
 

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