A Very Special Memory..
My dear precious daddy, Michael Oczypok, was born August 28, 1915...His mother and father settled in Ambridge, Pennsylvania where they raised four boys.
The way my mom and dad met was really unique and strange. The churches always met on Memorial Day at the cemetery to pay honor to those who had died defending our country. The choirs would sing at those memorials and that was where my Dad and Mom made their first acquaintance. Love at first sight!!! Dad made many trips from Ambridge to Lyndora in those days just to see his sweet Annie..
Dad and Mom ran away to Quantico, Virginia nearby where my father was stationed in the Marine Corps. To hear my mom tell the story... it was quite romantic. It was so sweet. They kept the wedding a surprise from my grandparents (I think my dad was scared to death). But eventually they did tell them and Grama and Grandpa had a wonderful celebration for them and the family.
With that marriage came five children, of which I'm the youngest. There's brother, Chuck, and sisters Patty, Nancy and Sonia. All are still very very special to me and we're very close although the miles separate us.
Dad, Ozzie as he was nicknamed, was a "Jack of all trades". There was nothing Dad couldn't do. If he couldn't do it, he'd invent a new way to do it. He had such an amazing, mechanical mind and could outdo any engineer at drafting and planning.
One of his most wonderful creations was the World War II Memorial that he designed in our little town of Lyndora, Pennsylvania. Everytime we come home for a visit and drive past, the kids will hear me say.. "There's the memorial your Grandpa designed."
Dad fished, bowled, golfed, hunted, gardened, built anything and everything you can think of. Like I said, if he couldn't do it, he'd invent a way to do it. What a mind... always thinking.....always planning.
And he loved his girls... When Mom was pregnant.. Dad would say he wanted little girls with curly hair!! Well, sorry, Dad.. we're all as straight as a pin. Ha..Ha..
Well..somewhere along the way, Dad got cancer.. he went through a barrage of treatments.. and the Lord saw fit to give us 7 more wonderful years with him.
The year I was pregnant with my seventh child.. my husband sent me home with Mom and Dad for some R & R. (I think he knew I needed it). It was the most wonderful visit I ever had with them. Dad would have my coffee and juice on the table every morning waiting for me. And when we would go out to the store shopping, he would bring both pairs of boots for Mom and me to wear.
One day we went for a ride and Dad went in to the corner store and bought a lottery ticket. He said, "Honey, if I win this lottery, I'm gonna buy you a house with four bathrooms..hee.hee.hee..". (With his precious little giggle).
Well, time goes on, and it was Mom and Dad's 50th anniversary. We had planned a surprise for them, but Dad wanted to throw a BIG party. He wanted all his girls there so he could dance with them.
Cancer...once again claimed my dear dad..and he was only able to attend his big party in a wheel chair in an immense amount of pain. Oh how he wanted to dance with his girls. We gathered around him in the wheel chair and slowly turned him around to the music. His eyes filled with tears. It was not what he wanted, but he appeased us.
Not long after, Dad was admitted to the Veteran's hospital where he spent the last 10 months of his life, with his dear wife, Anne by his side every day but one (when she had a cold.).
Within that time, Dad sought for answers for his eternal state... not sure that the Lord could ever really love him or ever forgive him for his sins. Through much prayer and love and sharing..he told my sister, Patty, "I know the Lord has forgiven me."
Praise God.. he accepted the forgiveness that Jesus had paid for on the cross many years before.
There was a peace in my Dad in those last days.. and on one of my visits from Ohio, he whispered to me. "Please sing me the Lord's Prayer".
And that I did. And on May 16, 1986... Jesus said.... "Come home, Mike!!".
Thanks, Dad...for all those great times.. thank you for letting me curl your hair with curlers while you pretended to sleep on Saturday mornings.... thanks for calling me your "Little Princess" and your "Little Pumpkin".
I miss you, sweet Dad.. But I'll see ya later...