Earl G Quenzel Sr.

Celebration of Life - Video Tribute

This past weekend, we laid Dad to rest with full military funeral honors at Lee Memorial Park in Southwest, Florida.

The Navy Honor Guard did a magnificent job honoring my Dad for his service to our country. Honor was important to Dad... so much so, that on his right foreman he got a large tattoo of a Dagger with a Scroll wrapped around it that said; 'Death Before Dishonor.' Dad also enjoyed a good laugh... on his left forearm, a large tattoo of a Hawaiian dancer in a grass skirt would 'Hula' when he flexed his forearm muscles. That one always made me laugh.

My wife, Colleen created this video in celebration of Dad's life. With the deepest gratitude, I share her video tribute to him.



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Over the years my Dad gave me many gifts.

On the day I was born Dad gave me my family nickname, Buddy, when he first saw me & proclaimed; 'That's my Buddy.' He never called me anything else.

As a young boy, he gave me many lessons on the importance of honor. 'Be true to your word... If you say you're going to do something, do it... If you're going to do something, give it your best effort.'

As I grew, he gave me many lessons on the value of hard work. 'Don't expect anybody to give you anything... If you want something in life, you've got to work for it... You can have pretty much anything you want in life, if you're prepared to put in the time & do the work required to get it.'

Over the years he gave me the gift of his unwavering support. He instilled in me the desire to succeed in life & the confidence to try. He encouraged me to pursue my passions, to be my own man & march to the beat of whatever drum I heard. 'Never take a job for the money... If you enjoy what you're doing for a living, you won't mind working hard & you'll quickly find the harder you work, the luckier you get.'

But what I cherish most are the words to a poem he gave me when I turned 13 years old. I've kept these words in my wallet ever since. With the greatest respect for all that Dad did for those he loved, I share this poem:

My Name.

I got it from my father...

It was all he had to give...

So it's mine to use & cherish...

For as long as I may live...

 

It was clean the day I took it...

And a worthy name to bear...

When he got it from his father...

There was no dishonor there...

 

If I lose the watch Dad gave me...

It can always be replaced...

But a bad mark on our name, son...

Can never be replaced...

 

So make sure you guard it wisely...

After all is said & done...

You'll be glad your name is spotless...

When you give it to your son.



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