Part One
By Dawn Cherie Littlefield Andrew (1st born daughter)
I have decided to share some stories of George compiled a few years ago. He was my dad. First, there is information about George Warren Littlefield, Jr., and below that are a couple of tributes. Then in part two will be stories of George. Hope you enjoy!
7 months old; 24 lbs.
Born January 3, 1945, Wednesday @ 2:33pm
Enid General Hospital
Enid, OK
Blue eyes, blonde hair, and light complexion
Died June 23, 1985, Sunday
Bartlesville, OK
Resting place – Cherokee, OK
Parents – George Warren Littlefield, Sr and Aline Rozella Stepp
Parents married August 22, 1943, San Francisco, CA
Raised in Cherokee, OK
A Tribute
My Daddy
A 30 Year Tribute
You were not perfect; however, you were the best you knew how to be.
You were kind. I never remember hearing any ugly words from you.
You had a sense of humor and knew how to laugh and kid around.
You liked to play and have fun. You would take us to amusement parks even if it was the kiddie park in town.
You liked the outdoors. I remember many camping trips and going to the lake to fish. I even remember a few Sunday afternoon drives in the country.
Oh and you loved to hunt. Deer, squirrel, ducks to name a few.
I know you wanted to go bear hunting but you were taken much too soon to go. I hope you have gotten to go in heaven. What a blast!
I wanted to thank you for all the wonderful memories of being my daddy.
Thank you for letting me help you reload gun shells and putting the primer in its place. Thank you for your patience in teaching me.
Thank you for taking me deer tracking at a young age. More importantly to spend time with you.
Thank you for taking me and teaching me how to fish at a young age also. I did so love to play in the minnow bucket. And I did catch a few fish.
Thank you for taking me camping and driving through the country.
Thank you for teaching me to drive on the country roads.
Thank you for teaching me how to take care of my car when I was old enough to get one.
Thank you for giving me the money for the dress that cost more because I really wanted it for the pageant.
Thank you for getting me the hope chest I wanted for high school graduation. I still treasure it today.
Thank you for the phone conversations and our time together during the last few months you were here with us.
Thank you for writing “May God Bless and Keep You Always” in the little Bible you gave me for Christmas 1971 at the age of 5. As you already know, He (God) is doing just that. He is blessing me and keeping me. And I know that He will always keep me. Thank you for leaving that legacy.
It is hard to believe it has been 30 years since you left this world. I know though that you are with Jesus and all those you love. I can only imagine what it is like to worship Jesus and have no tears or sorrows. In watching you suffer from cancer, I know you are in no more pain. I was grateful to have seen you take your last breaths and see the heavenly glow around you because I knew you were with Jesus.
On this day, 30 years ago, 1985 the Sunday after Fathers’ Day, I remember it as if it happened yesterday. But unlike then because I thought I had to be strong, I want you to know how much I miss you, and how much I truly love you. Thank you, daddy, for loving me.
Your daughter always,
Dawn
June 23, 2015
Dear Daddy Letter
Five years later, another letter was written.
August 24, 2020
Dear Daddy,
Well, it’s been thirty-five years (and two months) since you passed from this world to being face-to-face with Jesus. You have been gone almost as long as you were alive. It’s hard to believe somedays. I’m sure you are enjoying being in the presence of Jesus with no pain and no cancer! It’s got to be an incredible experience and all I can say is “I can only imagine.” (My favorite Christian group wrote a song by that title and then it became a movie a few years later.)
Some say time heals all wounds and losses; however, I don’t think so. Grief has a way, at least for me, to come at unexpected times. And sometimes it is the little things that can bring the missing of the person, and then the tears follow. Pondering the happenings of life, going through life changes, and asking what is the meaning of life can also trigger grief, but in a healing sort of way. I know it might not make sense, but just go with me, ok?
Sometimes asking these questions lead to revelation in my own life. And that is in the searching and asking questions, I come to experience Jesus and his character more intimately, and also to experience who I am in Him. He reminds me I am deeply loved, His beloved, a daughter of the Most High King, His co-heir, His friend, and my life is important (to Him and to others). Who He made me to be is important in this world and with Him my life can make a difference by using the skills and talents He has given. All this allows me to see, even though your life on this earth was only forty years, your life, daddy, was and is important. Your life did and still is making a difference.
I would love at times to have some Fatherly advice and can be sad for not being able to talk to you now, however, if I look at how you lived your life it would be these words, “Simple”, “Full”, “Family”, “Outdoors”, “Nature”, “Jesus”, just to name a few.
I will never forget the words of the pastor, David Flick, who spoke at your funeral. He told the story of going over to visit you one morning in which the weather was a bit dreary. He said something to you about the sun not shining, but your reply was you had seen it early in the morning as you had been up early.
Thank you for the reminder that in the midst of pain, cancer, uncertainty, leaving behind your loved ones and young kids, and the weather being dreary, you could see and experience the sun shining and it make your day! I also believe your experience was more than just the sun shining early, but also experiencing the comfort of Jesus.
Thank you for the life lessons and encouragement. There are many others, and I will continue sharing them to future generations! Keep enjoying Jesus!
Love and miss you,
Your first born daughter, Dawn Cherie
Join me for part two of Stories of George Warren Littlefield, Jr for a couple of stories. Thanks.