RIP Harry, My Friend

These are the sort of posts that no blogger wants to write. Frequent commenter and blogger Harry (also known as ExAFCrewDog) passed away recently. I’ve been emailing him for months, giving him tips on blogging for his new blog. I’m no expert, but there are certain things I’ve learned that seem to attract readers and I sent them Harry’s way. He called me a “maniac” for setting him up on a link or two and I always smiled at his comments.

RIP Harry E. Leem

Pax at Marion’s Meepings found the below obituary and I am thankful of her efforts. Harry Leem was a great guy and my blog-friend. He also was a family man and a veteran:

Harry was born on January 25, 1938 to Harry and Ouida Hamberlin Leem in Memphis, Tennessee. He attended Messick High School in Memphis, and was in Navy ROTC program. In 1956, at the age of 18, he joined the Air Force, and thereafter served in the Tennessee Air National Guard.

He married Shirley Houtz of Marysville, Kansas on June 7, 1958 in Topeka.  The couple celebrated 54 years of marriage together.

Harry was employed by the Revlon Corporation prior to opening his own business, Printing Etc., in Seneca. He served as Executive Director of the Seneca Chamber of Commerce for six years.

He was a member of the American Legion and enjoyed playing golf at Spring Creek Golf Course in Seneca.  The pursuit of knowledge was Harry’s primary goal in life.

Harry and Shirley Leem’s family

He was preceded in death by his parents.

Survivors include his wife Shirley of the home; his children, Kent Leem of Houston, Texas, Kelly and husband Jerry Siler of Sugar Land, Texas and Kristine and husband Richard Sarsons of Alberta, Canada; a brother George Leem of Memphis, Tennessee; and three grandchildren.

Funeral service for Harry will be 2 PM Wednesday, October 31, at Lauer Funeral Home in Seneca.  Full military honors will be provided by the Seneca Memorial Post #7458 of the Veterans of Foreign Wars and the Earl W. Taylor Post #21.

Memorials may be given in Harry’s memory for the Seneca American Legion.

God bless you Harry. Travel well, my friend. . .

10 thoughts on “RIP Harry, My Friend

  1. I’ve seen ExAFCrewDog around the blogworld for a long time. I hate to hear of his passing. My prayers and thoughts go out to his family and friends.

  2. Why didn’t you tell me, Navy One??..,.I just sent him an email not two or three days ago…I’m so sorry…he was a wonderful man…and I was just beginning to get to know him ….this is so sad….may God bless and keep you Harry….thanks for giving me a brief moment of the time you had left to send a cheery note and a request for that Chicken Liver recipe…this is terrible news…Rest in Peace, Harry…and rest in God’s arms….k

  3. Wondered why it was quiet over there and here. He had a good blog. Winds Harry L.

  4. CP: I agree, good man.
    Lou: He has been around and he always was very friendly.
    Don: Ditto what you said. . .
    Kris: I just found out tonight and then posted that.
    nd: He did have a good blog.

  5. Harry was such a kind, intelligent person. I will most definitely miss him.

    He was also a great poet :D. I smile everytime I read his winning entry – http://marionsmeepings.blogspot.com.au/2012/10/and-winners-are.html

    ps. Kris – I am sorry I didn’t think to get the news to you direct. I was a bit stunned when I discovered the news myself – having thought that Harry’s recent blog silence was simply due to Storm-related reasons.

    Pax

  6. RIP Harry, my thoughts are with your family and friends…

    And if I may be allowed to place the following ‘Airman’s prose by
    Sarah Churchill (Daughter of Sir Winston Churchill) 1943

    The Bombers.

    Whenever I see them ride on high,
    Gleaming and proud in the morning sky,
    Or lying awake in bed at night,
    I hear them pass on their outward flight;

    I feel the mass of metal and guns,
    Delicate instruments, deadweight tons,
    Awkward, slow, bomb racks full,
    Straining away from downward pull,
    Straining away from home and base

    And try to see the pilot’s face,
    I imagine a boy who’s just left school,
    On whose quick-learned skill and courage cool
    Depend the lives of the men in his crew,
    And success of the job they have to do

    And something happens to me inside
    That is deeper than grief, greater than pride,
    And though there is nothing I can say,
    I always look up as they go their way,
    And care and pray for every one,
    And steel my heart to say,
    “Thy will be done.”

    Yours Aye

    Ex Bootneck

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