My dad, Garry Flippo, is the hardest worker I have ever known.
He was born in Arkansas, moved to Oregon as a child, met my mom and has literally been in Nevada since the 70s.
Dad has survived so much.
Dad volunteered to join the army before he was drafted and was told he would either go to Vietnam or Germany.
Dad said the guys had to draw sticks and the long ones went to Vietnam, the short to Germany. Dad went to Germany.
Many of his friends went to Vietnam and he never saw them again. Dad and mom were married in Reno at the chapel downtown.
Him and mom talk about the times where there was red carpet covering the sidewalks downtown and famous singers walking the streets, movies being made and you could watch as they made them.
Dad worked for only a few jobs before settling into the job he had until he retired a few years ago.
Dad has beat cancer and had a stent placed in his leg. He is loved by all of his coworkers and people that know him.
Growing up we had every kid in the neighborhood staying at our house.
Dad fed every kid and if they needed something my dad would always give mom the money to buy it. I don’t remember ever a day where my dad called in to work for being sick. He worked rain or shine.
My dad always has had my brother and I’s wellbeing in mind first and foremost. I love you dad. Thank you for everything you have always done for us all.