By Neil C. (Siqokte) Robinson
In memory of artillery officer Elwyn M. Robinson; Tok, Alaska
I knew my Father as a thoughtful, organized and good-natured man.
I knew my father as someone who spent time with me when I was young--taking me hunting, fishing, canoeing and many special spots that I'm certain took much planning and perfect execution.
I knew my Father as "Robby," one of the millions of WW2 vets who came home emotionally shattered but asking no favors.
I knew my Father as someone who in the process of pushing his emotions down became dependent on alcohol and tobacco.
I knew my Father as someone with a tough constitution--who readily abused himself physically, but whom everyone still liked.
I knew my Father as someone who drank and smoked heavily for years without getting into trouble.
I knew my Father as someone who was finally crushed when his beloved wife, Elizabeth, died of esophageal cancer before him--caused most probably by second-hand smoke.
I knew my Father as someone dying of emphysema at age 79, brought on by inhaling cigars for 40 years.
I knew my Father as someone who had faults like all humans, but whom I still respected. And I'll always owe thanks to him for bringing our family to Alaska all those years ago, which is the place I know he loved, and so do I.
Rest in peace Father, old soldier, hopefully with Mother.
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