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Saturday, September 12, 2009

On a Safari

The original plan was to take my Dad to the Safari at the Briarwood Ranch for his 60th birthday, which was at the end of July. But it got postponed first because Greg was sick, then Luke got the flu, then weather, and finally Daddy didn't feel well either. So we never got to take him. After the exhausting week we had, we decided to go to the Safari on Labor Day, in memory of my Dad.



It's really a shame that he didn't get to go - he would have LOVED it!!


So you just drive your car around this loop where the animals roam free. You're not allowed to get out of the car. But we were in the 4Runner where Luke and I could sit in the back with the window down.



There are animals EVERYWHERE!! I was almost afraid we were going to hit one or run over its toes...

The big birds were so funny! They would just stick their heads right in the car looking for feed.
First an emu-
Then an ostrich...
This is my favorite picture....









Since we were only going about 2 miles per hour, Greg let Luke think he was driving...







This thing was HUGE - as big as the 4Runner...

That's me feeding an 'I don't know what' out the back of the 4Runner.


All of the animals would just walk right up to the car, expecting you to feed them. You should have seen the mess they made! There was schmuck all over the outside of the 4Runner and there was feed all over the inside! But it was totally worth it! So much fun!!!!
And then there was a Petting Zoo on the property as well...
Talking to the goats...

Luke didn't like the way it smelled at the Petting Zoo. But he had a BLAST!!! I highly recommend you check it out! It's only about an hour away from Knoxville. Very cool.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

In Memory of Brian Eugene Simpson

For those of you who may not have heard, my dad passed away last week. It's been a rough week for us. My parents were divorced and I was an only child, so it has been up to me to make arrangements, plan the service, and commence probate on the estate. None of these were decisions that I was ready to make, nor wanted to make.

Below is the obituary, in case you missed it in one of the 3 different papers it ran in. I've also included below the eulogy that I wrote, which my Uncle Andy read at the service, in case you missed that as well.

SIMPSON, BRIAN EUGENE - age 60, of Knoxville, formerly of Cleveland, passed away Tuesday, Sept. 1, 2009 at his home. Brian was a Eagle Scout. He was a graduate of Tennessee Tech and received two Master's degrees from the University of Tennessee. He was a member of First Baptist Church Concord. He was a retired chemical engineer and a former long time employee of Arch Chemicals in Charleston, TN. Brian loved to fly and was working toward his pilot's license. He was preceded in death by his mother, Dorothy Seibel Simpson and his sister, Kathy Simpson Parker. He is survived by his daughter and son-in-law, Katie and Greg Tanner of Knoxville; grandson, Luke Tanner; father, Eugene Simpson of Chattanooga; former wife, Libby Simpson of Knoxville; sister-in-law and brothers-in-law, Nancy and Andy Andrews of Chattanooga, Gene Parker of McComb, MS and several nieces and nephews. The family will receive friends from 1 to 2 p.m. Sunday with a Celebration of Life to follow at 2 p.m. in the sanctuary of Cokesbury United Methodist Church, 9908 Kingston Pike, Knoxville with Rev. Stephen DeFur and Rev. Joseph Tanner officiating. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Susan G. Komen for the Cure , Attn: Donor Services, PO Box 650309, Dallas, TX 75265-0309, to honor Brian's sister who fought a courageous battle with breast cancer. Click Funeral Home Farragut Chapel, 11915 Kingston Pike is serving the Simpson family.


EULOGY:
First of all, I just want to thank everyone for coming today to support me and my family during this difficult time. Many of you probably knew my Dad in one capacity or another – either as a friend, a coworker, or a relative. Even if you didn’t know him, I want to introduce to you the man I knew as “Daddy” for 33 years.

It’s so hard to find the right words to describe a person’s whole life; to sum up who they were in just a few short paragraphs. Daddy was a friend, a son, a brother, a husband, a father, and most recently, a grandfather, for which he was very proud. He cared deeply for his family. He was our rock, the head of our household, and he led us as a family. He set examples for me, by which to live my life, making me the person I am today.

He was the true definition of an engineer: detailed, organized, analytical… and always right. Ever the conservative republican, he had his political opinions and didn’t mind sharing them. He loved Star Trek and Sudoku; Monty Python and Dilbert. He even loved ‘The Simpsons’, but he didn’t think it was funny when people would call him Homer. He was a huge fan of the St Louis Cardinals. And he enjoyed a good practical joke, especially when it was on someone else. He drank his coffee black; but his blood ran orange. Football season was his favorite time of year! He would be so sorry he missed yesterday’s game!

He had a passion for airplanes and had been working towards his pilot’s license. He loved to travel, visiting many countries over the years. Most recently he visited Ireland, but he held a special place in his heart for South Africa and had talked about going back again soon. He enjoyed just hanging out with friends, especially going out to eat, and trying out new restaurants. He loved watching movies of all kinds – sci-fi, historical, war movies, and especially comedies.

Our favorite movie to watch together was “Ferris Beuhler’s Day Off”. We must have seen it a million times – we could both recite the lines throughout the whole movie, like “You have nothing to worry about – I’m a professional”. To which Cameron replies “Professional what?” I remember every time they cussed on the movie, no matter what my age was at the time, he would always say “Such language.” His favorite part was when they took the Ferrari out of the garage with the song “Oh Yeah” by Yello playing in the background.

He loved useless, but interesting facts. He also loved maps. In fact, we couldn’t have a conversation where some place in the world was mentioned that he wouldn’t bring out a map and show me where it was. If I asked a question, like “how far away is Nashville?”, he would get the map out and show me, even if all I wanted was a simple answer, like “3 hours.”

I inherited many of my traits from him – both the good ones (like my sense of humor) and the bad ones (like my stubbornness). He was also quite the perfectionist.
I remember one time when I was about 13 or 14, I walked into his garage and saw the shelves looking a bit disorganized. I thought it would be nice to surprise him- so I moved everything around and cleaned it all up. Unfortunately, he wasn’t too happy about the surprise. I can just remember him coming home and being so upset because even though it looked like chaos to me, he knew where everything was. I can laugh about that now because I totally understand. I know what organized chaos is! (If you’ve ever seen my work desk, you know too)!

His attention to detail was also present in his lawn care. He was always so proud of his grass and his flowers and trees. The lawn would always be mowed at an angle as to create that nice criss-cross pattern. The only job he was allowed to do inside the house was vacuuming. But he could vacuum like no one I’ve ever seen – in such a direction to make nice clean lines in the carpet.

One of the most important things he taught me – was how to drive. (which really explains so much)! The first car he bought me was a 1980 Mazda RX-7. It was a 12-year old car with rust on the door. But he was so excited because he bought it from a friend for $1000 and fixed it up just for me. I loved that car! Rex was its name. It sat in the driveway for about a year before I turned 16. One time when he wasn’t home, I was just so anxious to start driving that I just wanted to simply start the car. Unfortunately, it was in gear and shot forward. He wasn’t too happy to come home and find a rather large dent in his garage door.

Another time, I spilled a whole glass of coke on his keyboard, which of course shorted out. He wasn’t happy about having to buy a new keyboard. Shortly after that, I was sitting in his favorite chair with a glass of milk and a cookie, when along comes a kitty cat who knocks the remote control at just the right angle that it falls into the glass of milk. Again, not real happy about buying a new remote control. Even though he might have been a little mad at the time, those are the stories we laugh about now.

I knew he was proud of me no matter what. He said I could be anything I wanted to be… except for a lawyer. But then he even supported me when I applied to law school. He was proud that I went to Lee University, even though it wasn’t his first choice for me. Even after I had moved away, he would continually give me updates on how the campus had grown and if he’d driven by and seen soap suds in the fountain again.

He loved our kitties, and allowed them to share a house with us even though he was allergic! When I was very young, we had only a dog. But I wanted a cat so bad. I begged and begged for them to get me a kitten. Finally, in 4th grade, Daddy made a deal with me – if I could make straight A’s in every class, then I could have a kitten at the end of the year. He thought he was off the hook – he apparently didn’t think I could do it. So I proved him wrong, and I got my first cat, Gretchen. Despite not being a cat person, he loved her and would worry about her if she didn’t come home at night. And she wasn’t the last – I think there were 5 or 6 more cats over the years and he loved them all. In fact, we never had another dog! We turned him into a cat person!

Another passion of his was music. He always had the radio on in the garage or in the car. His favorite was classic rock. And he had quite the CD collection – everything from Led Zeppelin and ZZ Top to Pink Floyd and the Beatles. I remember not being real crazy about his music when I was little, but then about high school, I started “borrowing” his CDs. If he was looking for a particular one, he knew to come and get it out of my room. I probably even still have a few of those that I “borrowed.” But he didn’t mind at all – he was happy to share his music collection with me.

He was usually willing to do whatever was asked of him. I can’t remember how many times Mom would be cooking something and not have all the ingredients on hand. He would quickly offer to run out to the grocery store to find it, many times ending up going to 3 different groceries stores looking for it, not wanting to come home empty-handed.
He was caring and generous. He was proud to be a Blood Donor, and as of 2008, he had donated 13 gallons of blood throughout the years! He was very diligent about visiting the medic every 56 days to give! I don’t even think he did it for the free t-shirts.

Of all the things he taught me, the one thing I am most grateful for is my Faith. He always made church a priority in our lives. We almost never missed a Sunday or a Wednesday night service. I watched him tithe and serve the church, setting an example for me by which to live my life.
I found this quote today, which really sums up all my feelings right now. And if you leave here with nothing else today, I hope you take away this:

“The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.”
~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960~

I can’t dwell on why it happened, but rather remember all the happy memories we had. And it’s times like these that you realize how precious life really is. So hug your family tight. Tell them that you love them, because you don’t know when it will be the last time.
I love you, Daddy.