My father loved to be near water. In his youth, he would watch the ships sailing on Lake Superior near Duluth and daydream of a life filled with adventures sailing the seas and traveling the world. A dream that always kept a piece of his heart. You saw it in his paintings, and in this or that boat that always lived in or near our garage. I think he would have loved to be "Captain Lounsberry" of some great sailing vessel, but he chose a life with my Mom Joyce Lounsberry and his three children; Teresa, Mark, and Ken.

    My Dad enjoyed being a family man and he loved my Mom, we all saw it. He honestly wanted to make her happy and support her dreams and the visions she held for life and their family. To his last breath, this was a truth. Dad was a very talented and accomplished man. He had a career as a "Quality Control Engineer" in the San Francisco Bay Area's budding computer industry. He helped to establish world standards for quality in computer chips, a position that allowed him and my Mom to travel the world. It also gave him the opportunity to provide very well for his family, a notion he took great pride in.

  He was a fun Dad, I think his way of relating to us kids was through humor. He was the Dad on the block who turned the garage into Halloween fright night to scare the neighborhood kids, sound effects included. The garage was his man cave. When he wasn't working he was out there creating things. I always believed he should have been a professional artist, he was kissed by Venus. Everything he touched became beautiful. He worked in oil paints and acrylics and also made Native American drums and flutes, and countless other things. His ability to express beauty was magnificent, and one of the things I admired most about him. Dad loved to boat and we have many memories of camping by lakes in Northern California, boating and skiing, fishing and exploring. Our favorite spot was Whiskeytown Lake, such a beautiful forest and even in the searing heat of summer, those waters were ice cold.

   My dad dreamed of spending his last days in a cabin overlooking a lake. Maybe it was full circle for the dreams of his youth. Dad please know I wanted to give you that, I wanted your dreams to come true. I could see us drinking coffee and smoking on the porch watching the water, creating art, writing, dreaming. I'm so sorry the tides were against us. When I get to the other side, I will meet you there, even if just to remind you that I love you and miss you and always believed in you.

With much love,

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The Transition

Shared by Teresa Maijala on May 16, 2021
My Dad, Richard Lounsberry suffered a massive stroke and passed away on August 24, 2019, at 4:14 am. His health had been in decline for several years. I think we all felt his passing getting near, but it is so heartbreaking when that time arrives. We will miss you Dad, our lives were better for having the chance to love you, you will always be in our hearts.

My Dad's last request was to be cremated. He asked that his ashes be sprinkled near Lake Superior in Duluth. We will have a memorial to celebrate his life when we are able to travel to Minnesota to honor his request. We welcome your prayers and loving thoughts to help my Dad on his sprit journey.

Thunder Storm

Shared by Teresa Maijala on May 16, 2021
My Dad grew up near Duluth Minnesota, being close to nature was a love of his. One of my favorite memories of him came about while visiting family in Minnesota. It was summertime and we were staying in a cabin by a lake. I was about 7 years old and remember spending happy times by the lake, frolicking in a polka dot bathing suit.

One afternoon a huge thunderstorm rolled in. People scurried around with a hint of fear, battening down belongings and ducking inside their cabins for protection. Except for my father. My Dad took off his shirt and went running through the woods. Rain falling, lightning striking, thunder rolling, he embraced the storm without fear. Giving himself to the storm as he ran through the woods.

When he came back he had this wild and free look in his eyes. As a child, I was so impressed with him at that moment. As I have aged I came to see it as part of our Viking blood. We come from fierce people.

Spirit Animal

Shared by Teresa Maijala on May 16, 2021
One of my Dads favorite animals were elephants. I was always a bit perplexed about this. A lot of people have been posting elephant videos lately so I have been watching them closely to get a feel for their nature. The first thing I noticed is that there is a sweetness and kindness about them and deep loyalty to one another. Here is the Spirit animal take on them: I think it reflects my Dad pretty well.

Elephant Totem, Spirit Animal
People with elephant totems are brilliant and often make excellent researchers or scientists. These people have deep emotions and will respond to those feelings from a place of inner knowing. The family is essential to them, especially the very young and the very old. Folks with this spirit animal always have a soft spot for the weak and the helpless. Loyalty is the elephant totem persons strong suit, and they remain loyal in spite of difficult circumstances in all situations.