I still feel like your here. I still feel like I could see you at any moment in time. I actually hope that when I stop at a stop light and look over at the car next to me that I will see your face. I actually hope that the news I got almost 9 years ago was all a lie. I wish I could go back in time and stop things from happening the way they did. I think that the reason why I think this way is beacuse I never got to say goodbye. We held so many secrets just between the two of us, in our own little world that I may be thinking that this is just another secret we are keeping... Maybe you are still out there and maybe I will see you when I stop at that next stop light or walking through the grocery store. I saw a copy of your obituary when it was printed in the Oregonian, but never kept a copy. I should have. It has taking me almost seven years to track down a copy of it. I printed it out and also saved a copy of it to remind me that when I am thinking that your still here, your not...I need to cope with the fact that your never coming back. I need to cope with the fact that you wont be there physically for the major land marks in my life like helping me move into my first apartment, walking me down the isle or having your grandbabies.
You may not be around anymore but your memory follows me every where I go. When I used to drive down sunnyside I remember us eatting at Izzy's. When the waitress asked you what you wanted to drink you ordered a beer. I knew you weren't supposed to have that but I was to scared to say anything. You only had one and I remember being thankful you weren't drunk. But while we were driving home I remeber holding onto the door tightly out of fear.
Whenever I see a soccer ball I remember how after you got your DUI you wanted to come to my soccer game sooo badly that you rode your bike all the way down to Deep Creek. I remember getting a ride home with someone and as we passed you ridding your bike I got soo embaressed. Today I feel differently about that day. I am a proud daughter that my father loved me soo much that he would do whatever he could just to watch a soccer game where we probably lost anyways!!!
Here are some more memories others have of you:
"When he brought the kittens to soccer"
"That laugh and smile! He was always having fun! I loved it when he took us all to the park across from grandmas house! "
"His smile and his eyes! Watching him with his little girls :) He loved you girls so much and was a wonderful father. He was such a kind and gentle man. He watching over you right now and he is so proud of the woman you have become."
"When you first came over to play with dani, your dad let you stay longer and came back again to get you! You cried cause you wants to stay! He was so cute and gentle with you. It was really sweet."
"I only have one memory...when Bobo bit his hand at Wamic and made him bleed! Yikes!"
"Your dad had a silly dog named foxy. she was a black and white kind of mutt/sheep dog. foxy allways liked to hide under your grandma and grampas bed. dont know why , but it pissed grandma off. ( dont know why).any way , the only way that we could get her out from under the bed was to wrinckle a candy wrapper close to her. she would come running. never figured out that we were tricking her."
Gary C. Dienes
Gary C. Dienes died Jan. 1, 2002, at age 45.
Mr. Dienes was born Sept. 13, 1956, in Portland. He graduated from
Central Catholic High School and was a driver for Boise Cascade Office
Products for 21 years until 1995. He moved to Boring in 1993. In 1986, he
married Beverly Colman.
Survivors include his wife; daughters, Molly and Stephanie; stepdaughter,
Jennifer Anderson; sister, Marilyn Howe; and brother, Jim.
No service. Arrangements by Bateman-Carroll.
Jan 14, 2002
Portland Oregonian
