ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created to honor the most influential man in my life, my hero, my rock, my father.

He taught me how to break things, how to fix things and how to love things.

Posted by June Hament on May 26, 2019
We meditated and said a prayer at church this morning for Memorial Day. I stood and shared that today was the anniversary of my brother Roger's passing. I was surprised that my tears continue to flow after 18 years. This is the prayer we shared:
"PRAYER OF GRATITUDE AND AMENDS TO THOSE THAT HAVE SERVED THEIR COUNTRY IN THE ARMED FORCES.
Often our returning veterans have not been very well treated or appreciated. Our collective subconsciousness is vast, and each time we forgive and ask for forgiveness we clear more and more. Today, we remember those who serve or who we have lost as a result of service to our Country.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT.
WE REMEMBER YOUR SACRIFICE.
WE SURROUND YOU WITH PRAYERS OF GRATITUDE AND LOVE.
IF I OR ANY OTHER PERSON HAS EVERY DONE ANYTHING TO HURT YOU,
     OR OFFEND YOU,
     OR DISRESPECT YOU,
     OR MAKE YOU FEEL GUILTY,
     OR IGNORE YOU,
     OR RIDICULE YOU,
     I APOLOGIZE.
IF I OR ANY OTHER PERSON HAS FAILED TO SEE YOUR GIFT,
     OR APPRECIATE YOUR SACRIFICE,
     OR UNDERSTAND YOUR SUFFERING,
     OR VALUE YOUR LIFE EXPERIENCE,
     I AM SO SORRY.
 PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND PLEASE FORGIVE US."
Posted by Owen Hament on August 22, 2015
Dear Grandpa,
I am so sad that I never saw you in person but probably saw 100 pictures. I wish I saw you, at least one year.
Posted by Sidney Hament on August 22, 2015
i love you very muchly...I wish I could have seen you
Posted by Emily Connors on May 26, 2014
Forever, you live in our hearts! You hadn't really left us. You are just in the shadow sharing our moments of fun 'cause.....you were once the "life of our parties".
Posted by Flora Bonadonna on April 15, 2013
Forever young! Happy Birthday to a great person that he was!to a real friendship that came and gone! Roger you will be always remembered with a smile!
Posted by Oliver Hament on June 14, 2012
Dear Dad -
I thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and a picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, from which I'll never part. God has you in His arms, I have you in my heart.
Posted by Emily Connors on May 28, 2012
Roger! Could I ever forget you! You emailed me that night before your last breath of life....so sad...so alone to say good-bye. You're such a wonderful, lovable guy you never knew yourself. Nobody has forsaken you...everyone I know loves you and you are surely missed! You friendship, your helpfulness, your beautiful heart has won the affection of so many. Rest in Peace.

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Posted by June Hament on May 26, 2019
We meditated and said a prayer at church this morning for Memorial Day. I stood and shared that today was the anniversary of my brother Roger's passing. I was surprised that my tears continue to flow after 18 years. This is the prayer we shared:
"PRAYER OF GRATITUDE AND AMENDS TO THOSE THAT HAVE SERVED THEIR COUNTRY IN THE ARMED FORCES.
Often our returning veterans have not been very well treated or appreciated. Our collective subconsciousness is vast, and each time we forgive and ask for forgiveness we clear more and more. Today, we remember those who serve or who we have lost as a result of service to our Country.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT.
WE REMEMBER YOUR SACRIFICE.
WE SURROUND YOU WITH PRAYERS OF GRATITUDE AND LOVE.
IF I OR ANY OTHER PERSON HAS EVERY DONE ANYTHING TO HURT YOU,
     OR OFFEND YOU,
     OR DISRESPECT YOU,
     OR MAKE YOU FEEL GUILTY,
     OR IGNORE YOU,
     OR RIDICULE YOU,
     I APOLOGIZE.
IF I OR ANY OTHER PERSON HAS FAILED TO SEE YOUR GIFT,
     OR APPRECIATE YOUR SACRIFICE,
     OR UNDERSTAND YOUR SUFFERING,
     OR VALUE YOUR LIFE EXPERIENCE,
     I AM SO SORRY.
 PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND PLEASE FORGIVE US."
Posted by Owen Hament on August 22, 2015
Dear Grandpa,
I am so sad that I never saw you in person but probably saw 100 pictures. I wish I saw you, at least one year.
Posted by Sidney Hament on August 22, 2015
i love you very muchly...I wish I could have seen you
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Matt's Christmas Story

Shared by Oliver Hament on November 29, 2019
Thanksgiving Day is just about over and the guests are gone.  Rochele and the kids are sleeping and I'm sitting in my den reflecting on the day.  I'm so thankful for so many things in my life but one of the things I'm most thankful for is my dad.  It wasn't always pretty and I admit i might not have always been the best kid, but not a day goes by when some thought or action reminds me of him.  I stumbled across this story tonight and at first I didn't want to read it because it's a pretty long read, but I am glad I did.  It reminds me of a rainy night like tonight where my dad and I went to a local supermarket.  We saw a homeless person and ended up giving that person food, money and even a ride about 3 miles away!  At 6'6" and ~240lbs, my dad wasn't a small guy but his heart was even bigger!  I miss him dearly, but and so thankful he was in my life.

It was Christmas Eve 1942. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas.

We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Daddy wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Daddy to get down the old Bible.

I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Daddy didn't get the Bible instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon he came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now he was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew he was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my coat. Mommy gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what..

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Daddy was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Daddy pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed.

"I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.

Then Daddy went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. I asked, "what are you doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. Mrs.Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what?

Yeah," I said, "Why?"

"I rode by just today," he said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, he called a halt to our loading then we went to the smoke house and he took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.

"What's in the little sack?" I asked. Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."

We rode the two miles to Mrs.Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Daddy was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was he buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?"

Mrs.Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Mrs.Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Daddy said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then he handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at my Daddy like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.

"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," he said. Then turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak.

My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Daddy handed them each a piece of candy and Mrs.Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of my Daddy in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Daddy had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Mommy and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Daddy insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. My Daddy took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Daddy and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door he turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.

Mrs.Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will."

Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Daddy turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your Mother and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough.

Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your Mom and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Daddy had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. He had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Mrs. Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside of my Daddy that night. He had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life..

Author Matt Miles via @Darin Lenon

My business is a year old today.....

Shared by Oliver Hament on October 23, 2019
DIY Auto Detailing Supplies, LLC is officially 1 year old today!  Making just enough to cover monthly credit card expenses but having a blast meeting new people and empowering them to keep their vehicles clean.  I stay connected with the community by hosting car wash fundraisers for local schools, sponsoring school teams and we also provide raffle prizes to local car clubs and larger events such as National Drive Electric Week.
So many nights, I find myself in the garage detailing a car or standing at the workbench prepping things and thinking of you.  This business is also an opportunity to connect with Owen like you connected with me.  I drag him with me to events and put him to work.  I get teary eyed remembering you doing it to me and then I chuckle because I'm sure he'll be doing it with his kid(s) when the time is right.
Thank you again, for what you have taught me.  The theoretical/critical thinking and ethical values that I willingly (and unwillingly) learned from you, are the foundation to my success.

Helping Others....

Shared by Oliver Hament on June 1, 2019

It's been 18 years since you've passed away and there is still a void in my heart.  I know that there are others out there that suffer like you did, so this year for my birthday, I created a fundraiser to generate money to help people.  The amount people donated surpassed my goal multiple times and I'm still in awe that so many friends contributed.  I hope that it really helps others in need so they do not suffer like you did.