Here is the poem I read at Dad's Funeral. It was so fitting of the Dad he was.

He never looked for praises
He was never one to boast
He just quietly went on working
For the ones he loved most.

His dreams were seldom spoken
His wants were very few
And most of the time his worries
Went unspoken too.

He was there....a firm foundation 
Through all our storms of life
A sturdy hand to hold on to
In times of stress and strife.

A true friend we could turn to
In good times and bad
Our greatest Blessing
The man we called Dad.