My father Kermit Smith, known as Smitty, was a beloved husband, father, grandfather and friend. He was born in Tomahawk, Wisconsin in 1924 to Robert and Anita Smith. At the age of 16 my grandmother, Anita, took him to enlist. She had to provide a current report card that he was doing well in school.
He was enlisted in the Navy and shipped out on the USS Birmingham. He served in the Pacific. The Birmingham took a significant amount of enemy fire. My father was wounded and received a purple heart. He returned to the Birmingham and under heavy attack saved the life of a fellow shipmate and received his second purple heart.
He was a strict father and a man of few words. He told my brother and I once that the measure of a man was not in what he said but his accountability and his actions. We had to look up the words. He lived his life that way.
When he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease, he and I began a journey that would last nearly 10 years. The last stage was heartbreaking and he passed into our Lord's arms in the care of Houston Hospice. His team was amazing, kind and never once denied him dignity. I have great love for each of them. The end was heartbreaking and unbearable but he finally was released from this earth, much a child, but now cloaked in God's glory and his mind restored. The passage I chose is not the typical funeral verse; however, it speaks to my father and all mankind this one thought and that is: all that I have I give unto you in the name of Jesus of Nazareth. Remember Israel and Kermit Smith.
Love to my Father
Donna
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