Ronald Charles Seipert: September 27, 1940- September 25, 2003

It's Father's Day and of course I am thinking of my wonderful dad. I think of him every day, not just on Father's Day. My dad always said that he didn't think just one day should be designated as Father's Day, because he thought if you were lucky enough to have children, that every day was Father's Day. One year on Father's Day, he was working and not able to be with us, but he made us a cassette tape (that was back in the day of the cassette tape), and told us how much he loved us and special little things about me and my older brother and my mom. I am thankful to have a copy of that recording in his own voice. My dad was my best friend. I always knew that he would love me unconditionally, no matter what. I am sure there are times that my brother and I disappointed him, but he always told us he loved us and he was proud of us and that he couldn't have asked for two better kids. I assure you-he could have!

I was the first girl born on my dad's side of the family in 37 years. My brother would tell you that made for me being a little spoiled- not so! :) My dad made his living as a police officer and always worked hard to provide for his family. He taught me to treat other people with respect and told me that you could learn something from everyone in life- at the very least you could learn that you wanted to be like that person, or you didn't. We had a lot of little jokes between us, and I think he had a great sense of humor. He was almost always smiling and positive. I always walked away from a conversation with him feeling better. He always told me that I could do whatever I wanted to in life as long as I worked hard enough and wanted it bad enough. When I was in elementary school, he would write me little poems and leave them in my lunch. They always started out with "Roses are Red, Violets are Blue". A couple of the better ones- "Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, You forgot to make your bed, But I still love you". Or- "Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, You're kind of cute, But so am I too". When he would tuck me in at night when I was a little girl, one of us would say "I'll see ya in the morning", and the other one would say "I'll look forward to it." That little tradition continued on even after I was too old to be tucked into bed. Whenever we said goodnight, we always said those words.

My dad taught me to be proud of who you are and where you come from, to always be proud of your family name. He took me to church and helped me gain a testimony. He showed me by example how to serve others. My dad always had time for my brother and me. There were days when he would come home from work tired and I'm sure wanting nothing more than to relax by watching the evening news, but instead he would play catch with me in the front yard, or take me to family swim night at the pool, or help coach my softball team.

My dad passed away six months after I was married, and I always wish that Colin could have gotten to know him better, that he would have been able to know him as I did. After Colin and I were married and living in Florida, I would talk to my dad on the phone and he would always tell me how happy he was that I had found Colin and that he couldn't have chosen anyone better for me if he had picked him himself. I always responded by telling him that yes, I was very lucky to have Colin, and my dad, in typical father fashion would always say "well, he is pretty lucky to have you too, and don't let him forget it!"

Ever since I knew what death was, I dreaded the day that I would lose my dad. The news came unexpectedly one day, with Colin showing up at my work to tell me that my dad had died of a heart attack. My whole world changed forever that day. It has gotten easier with time, but I will always miss him. I remember the last time I saw him alive after my wedding before moving to Florida. We were saying goodbye and we were both crying and he told me that it was better that we felt this way about each other, to love each other so much to be this upset, than to just be able to say goodbye and not care. I remember the last time I talked to him on the phone a week before he passed away. I never would have thought that would be the last time I would hear his voice. I miss not being able to pick up the phone and call him, to talk to him and ask him for advice as I often did. I miss his laugh and his positive attitude and calm reassurance that everything was going to be o.k. My dad wasn't perfect- he would be the first person to tell you that- but in my eyes, as a father, he was pretty darn close. I remember my dad saying many times not to cry for him when he is gone because he will be in a much better place. Although I know that, I don't cry for him, I cry for me..because I miss him. I am thankful that Heavenly Father sent me to him. He must have known how much I would need him. I know I will see him again someday. Happy Father's Day, dad. I love you.


Happy Father's Day to my wonderful husband who is the best daddy in the world to our two little "babies", and the best husband a woman could ever hope to have. Thanks for all you do to show your love for us. Wally & Skittles wanted to make sure that you know how much they love you, so they are going to sleep next to you ALL week! lol


Happy Father's day to my wonderful father-in-law! Thanks for raising two amazing sons!

We love you and appreciate you and wish you were here to spend the day with us. Wally & Skittles want a walk with grandpa!