Edward Henry Dieckow

If roses grow in heaven lord, then pick a bunch for me, Place them in my Dad's arms and tell him they're from me. Tell him that I love and miss him, and when he turns to smile, place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for awhile. Make sure they're peach in color, and tell him all's ok. Tell him I remember him this coming Father's Day. Love you Daddy

I miss our talks. I wish we saw eachother and visited; last summer & this summer was our plan to. I have soo little of you to keep in my memory. I shall take your recorded voice off my bear & record it everywhere just to hear you over & over again until the day I cross over to dance with you on the streets of gold. Right now, I just want to cry everytime I think that you are gone -gone further than you already were from me.

Ed, I will always remember your anger toward an unjust & imperfect world, frustration with a God who would not let you have it your way, joy of the outdoors, pride of JED, tough exterior & gentle interior, smiles when heart shattering, pretense of all fairing well after a bout with hell, surprise that I would tote loaded shells, surprise that I would accept personal loss without complaint to let you have it your way, my surprise of your good humor that was expressed time & time again though miles divided us. it seemed so unfair that I had to leave to plant seed & that you had to be cut-off to bloom. You always made me laugh when yanking someone's chain -you had an element that mystified & stumped many but you never did me though to my surprise I did you yet unintentionally. You truely will be missed till we meet again on the otherside in our Heavenly Father's perfect place. As far as I am concerned, you left too soon. the world was a better place with you in it & a great void is deeply felt.