Dale S. Firth

June 24, 1941, Dale S. Firth was born in the old Tremonton Hospital on the hill.  His mother says that it was a very hard delivery because he was breech.  She told me that he was a very cranky baby who cried and cried.  Come to find out his shoulder had been hurt in the delivery and he was in pain.  She always told him that he owed her alot because of this hard time.  He spent his life trying to make it up to her.  He was indeed a good son that was always being sure that his mother's needs were cared for.  When his mother became ill and he was asked to help his father give her a blessing he always felt it was his fault that she died because he had blessed her that all would be well.  He felt he must not have been good enough to have blessed her.  He could never accept the fact that in the Lord's way everything was well.  The cancer was very mean but she was able to endure and have some good time before her passing.  Dale was the middle child in his family and he said that he felt kind of lost.  Ronald was the oldest son.  Jana was the youngest and the special daughter.  He said he was just there.  I have thought about this a great deal and the importance of each child in the family.  Dale came with his own personality.  Vibrant like his red hair.  Spunky, always trying to prove his worth.  Rebellious, because he felt he just never measured up to others.  Giving, no matter what it cost him or his family.  Faithful, to those that were important to him.  A Teaser, to match that mischievous look in his eyes.  Smart, always able to accomplish anything he set his mind and heart too.  Father,  always proud of this title and so happy for his family.  Friend, always there whenever he was needed. 

 Dale was so many things to so many people.  Yes, there were some very hard and sad times but the good memories fill my heart and I know that he truly loved me and his eight beautiful children.  He just was not able to overcome the terrible pain that had encompassed his life and so Heavenly Father released him from this mortal life that he would hurt no more.  I know that over these past thirty-two and a half years he has continued to be a source of strength to each one of us the same way that he tried while we were together here in this mortal life.  I am so very grateful that I was blessed to be his wife and the mother of his children.  Love Always