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Eulogy for my dad...Gordon Storck
written by Sheri Storck Thompson
May 5, 1997

My dad was a builder, my buddy, and someone who always had time for me. With his hands he created doll houses, furniture, jewelry boxes and other treasures that were put together as much with the love in his heart as the nails he used to hold them together. There always seemed to be some new project in progress when my friends and I wandered into his shop...he was always busy doing something..he'd be smiling and whistling or maybe singing "Swannee River" and anyone and everyone was welcomed so long as they put things back where they belonged when they were done. Many of life's lessons were taught to me in that shop as I pounded nails and listened to his stories. There was nothing my dad couldn't build or fix.

He was fun. He joked and kidded and sang funny songs. He always brought a smile to my face and washed away any worries or sadness. He taught me to be myself and to be my own best friend. It was always OK to just be me--no matter how silly or difficult I might have been acting. No matter what activity or sport I was involved in, no matter how hard I thought it would be...my dad always had faith in me and my abilities. He showed my that to do your best is best. Because of his nurtuting I learned to believe in myself.

My dad had a heart of gold and cared deeply about those less fortunate than he. He encouraged us to always be kind and humble and give to or be of service to others when in need.

I think my dad would have wanted to be remembered for his kind disposition as well as his strength. He worked hard and provided well for his family. I will always admire his work ethic and cherish what I have learned by his example.

He loved the outdoors and spent many hours on lakes and streams fishing. We spent many weekends in the mountains camping and fishing. My dad was truly in his element there. He taught me to fish and was patient and tolerant even when I got my line tangled up and lost one of his famous "Storck-O-Rino" lures. He'd just shake his head and help me get my line back in the water.

There was a time not long ago when I was in the depths of despair, not sure if I was strong enough to deal with what was ahead of me. The phone rang that afternoon and it was my dad. He encouraged me and let me know he loved me and cared. That was really a turning point for me.

I am grateful for the many gifts he has left me with. I will miss him...