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Ice skating in the winter and fishing in the summer. One of his earliest memories was when the ponies came to the park and he got dressed up in cowboy gear to ride one, but when it was his turn to ride he didn't have any money to pay for it. Throughout his life, Dad wanted to be a cowboy. His mother always said that from the very beginning, he had a mind of his own. She once said about him that he was always pretty sweet, but certainly never angelic. Recently, Pops said that his mother was hoping until the day she died that he would just shape up.

Dad attended Blessed Sacrament for grade school. Later, he went to Regis high school for his freshman and sophomore years, but at Regis' request, he finished high school at St. Later, he returned to Regis College, and some time in his 30s, he finished his degree in Business. Pops was always saying that he was not much of a student and that compared to his wife and children, he was not very smart. But to those of us who knew him, he was a very wise man.

During high school, Dad lost his father whom he adored. In order to help his mother support the family he worked as a janitor at Mercy hospital. For the rest of his life, he considered himself to be an expert at sweeping and scrubbing floors.

It disappointed him greatly that none of his children ever shared this talent. She was on a date with another guy, but Dad didn't care; he asked her out anyway. Later, he would tell us we were very lucky she didn't marry that other guy because he was a nerd and we wouldn't have liked him as much as we liked Dad.

During the time they dated Mom and Dad had a lot of fun. He owned a Studebaker sedan and together they took rides with their friends to places like Lookout Mountain and Tulagis in Boulder. From the very beginning, they shared a lifelong love for beer.

Especially cheap beer. Not long after, at 23 years of age, they had their first child, Bridget, and before they knew it, they had eight children: Bridget, Jim, Patty, Charlie, Jerry, Cass, Bob, and Lou. He worked hard to take care of his family.

As an electrician he provided us a good home, great educations, and countless opportunities in life. As a businessman, he was honest and well respected. Some of his customers liked him so much that we sometimes wondered if they called him for electrical work or just so they could see him. As busy as he was, he always took time to chat with his customers, and after talking to them a short time, usually they he would figure out that they knew somebody in common, and soon he would have a new friend and a customer for life.

Dad was a highly skilled electrician, but his real skill was relating to people. Although Dad's trade was as an electrician, in his heart he was a rancher. As mentioned earlier, from an early age, he dreamed of owning a ranch and being a cowboy. We all remember as kids, driving around Colorado, packed in a smoked filled station wagon, looking at farms for him to buy. Fortunately, for the sake of our lungs, he and Mom bought a farm in Eastlake, Colorado, in the late 's.

There we all played in the fields and hunted for frogs in the irrigation ditches while Pops grew corn and tended to his two cows really, only one cow because the other one broke through the fence the first day he got it and never came back. At Eastlake, he got his first tractor which he loved to drive. He even bought us Shetland ponies, but that didn't turn out well because they weren't really broken and we were all afraid to ride them. In many ways, Eastlake was an experiment at being a rancher for Dad.

It wasn't until he and Mom bought their ranch in Bayfield, Colorado, near Durango, that Dad became a real rancher. There, in "God's Country", as he called it, he had a herd of cattle and grew 56 acres of hay. Unfortunately, not all of us shared Dad's dream of living on a ranch, so he never got to be a full-time rancher.

After owning it twenty-five years or so, Mom and Dad sold the ranch and Dad retired from ranching. In the end, his dream of being a rancher was a great gift to all of us.

Summers at the ranch are some of the best memories of our lives. After agreeing to leave the house for two hours every weekday in order to give Mom space, Dad got to retire as an electrician 18 years ago, and since then, he has been a full-time husband, father, and grandfather. During this time, he probably did his greatest work, and we are grateful for this time with him.

None of us can speak for our parents regarding their relationship or their love for one another, but we can say that to all of us, they appeared to be in love every day of their almost 66 years of marriage. Watching them grow older together has been a privilege and, in the end, they seem to have kept every one of their marriage vows to each other. As a husband, our dad always put Mom first, and he supported her in every way.

At no time during the years they were raising us did any of us ever break through their united front, as hard as we sometimes tried. Knowing he loved our mother as much as he did was perhaps the greatest gift he gave to us his children.

As our father, Dad meant something different to each of us, but we all agree that he was a great father. The following are some thoughts about him from his family:.

Early Friday morning, we lost- and Heaven gained- this amazing man, my father-in-law, Jim Dwyer. I first met him in , when I was in high school. My brother-in-law, Lou, was having a party as his parents were out of town. Everyone was having a blast, and suddenly and unexpectedly, his parents arrived home. I was planning my quickest exit from the house and looked up, and there were his parents, joining the party, cracking open a Coors Light. JD had an amazingly beautiful soul.

He is sorely missed. Dad always wanted the best for everyone, especially his family. He was always your biggest cheerleader.

Dad was always welcoming to anyone who came into his home. He loved nothing better than having a beer with you and he always made sure your glass was never empty. Dad was always generous. I think the trash men and others who delivered packages or worked at his house are going to miss the beers and soda he always offered them.

When I was younger and struggling financially he would wait for Mom to leave the room and slip me money. When he stopped slipping me money I realized I had finally arrived. I always thought it was only me he did this with, but now I know he did it with all of us. The funny thing is, I think Mom knew all along. Either that or she was very clueless. I have so many fond memories of Grandpa that I will cherish forever.

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