A Tribute To Roy - Because I Miss Him
A TRIBUTE TO ROY CLARDY, A FINE MAN
Roy was a tough man, and a good man, and I will miss him. I am proud to claim him as my father-in-law.
From a small town in Missouri, he joined the Navy at 17 and proceeded to see the world. His ship was torpedoed during the Pacific campaign of WWII. His family was notified there were no survivors. After his funeral, Roy showed up alive. He was strong and knew how to persevere, and it served him well. He married Nora Mae and they had four children. After 20 years in the military, Roy carved out a second career as a mail carrier. He also did a pretty good job as a grandfather, traveling several times a year from California to Georgia and even the Dominican Republic, just to give piggy-back rides and play house with some appreciative little ones.
He was not a particularly church going man, nor outwardly contemplative. When he visited with us he would attend church. He probably tired of my not-too-subtle sermons aimed at his pew, but he never carried on that it bothered him. Our family prayed for him, and one time my daughter cried for his salvation. He was interested, but hesitant concerning God. I understand a grandson lead him to the Lord one day, and that is good news.
Yesterday, the call came. Roy died in his sleep, in peace, at almost 84 years of age. I can think of several ways to describe this fine man. He was an excellent citizen who served his country, obeyed the law, and always voted. He even wrote his Congressman many times. Roy sometimes challenged my patience, as I did his. It is said that a girl marries a man like her father. If that is my case, then I am honored. He often told me he appreciated the kind of man his daughter chose to marry.
So, Roy, I miss you. And…I love you. Guess I never told you that- you were too tough, and I too timid. And, we will see you again.
