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Paul Rolland Smith passed away at home unexpectedly on March 9, 2017. He is survived by his wife Debbie of almost 45 years, daughter’s Angie Toland (Scott) of Livermore, Stacey Taimani of Martinez, Sarah Smith of Martinez and son Aaron (Rachel) of Pittsburg. He is also survived by seven grandchildren: Kiulani Taimani, Austin, Ian and Connor Toland, and Kianna, Alyssa and Nalia Smith. His mother and father in law Tom and Carol Rogers of Rossmoor and his five siblings: Dave, Rod, Ben, Sue Craig and Julie Asregadoo. He is pre-deceased by his parents Marilynn Jacobs Smith and Robert Smith.
Paul was born on September 30, 1949 in Oakland, California to Marilynn Jacobs Smith and Robert Smith as the second of six children, and was raised in Pleasant Hill, California. From the time he was little, he loved to play practical jokes and this would be a theme that would carry through the rest of his life. Whether it was hiding from his wife at night while she turned out lights in the house to scare her, or getting his employees to do promotional videos for non-existent products (unbeknownst to them), no one was safe.
Paul graduated from College Park high school in 1967, and served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Eastern States (NY, NJ and CT) from 1969-1971. He met the love of his life the day he came home, shopping at the mall in Concord for new clothes. He always swore she chased him around and that she was the one who proposed to him, but we all knew better. Paul and Debbie were married in the Oakland LDS Temple on October 21, 1972.
He was a general contractor for 36 years, owning his own business. He also worked at Diablo Valley College from 1999-2014. In retirement, he got his dog Maddie, which he always referred to as the “gold standard” of dogs. Last year he went through the process of having her certified as a therapy & hospice dog and together they did volunteer work through Tony LaRussa’s ARF Foundation in Walnut Creek, which was inspired by his grandson Ian Toland. He was an avid reader who loved history, was interested in genealogy and researching stories of his ancestors. He took pride in and spent a lot of time landscaping his yards and woodworking.
He was fiercely dedicated to his family and lived for his grandchildren. He never missed a game, school talent show, or church event, and was always so proud to see them excel and watch them grow up and develop their own interests which he encouraged and supported. They were his pride and joy and he had a special relationship with each one of them. He even learned how to text so he could communicate with them as they became teenagers.
He will forever be remembered for being loyal to his family, extremely hard working, quietly giving service to anyone who needed it, and could always be counted on to make you laugh as his quick wit and sense of humor was legendary.
Memorial services will be held on Saturday, March 18, 2017 at 11:00 am at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints located at 555 Boyd Rd. in Pleasant Hill. Private burial at Oakmont Memorial Park, Lafayette, CA.
Today is Sidnee’s birthday. I’m still trying to figure out how it got here so quickly. Kenny Chesney is one of my favorite country singers, and I can’t hear this song without thinking about Sidnee. Dad always calls Sidnee his gypsy, and this song fits. That wild spirit is a strength to me. I’m glad she’s here with me.
Today is Raven’s birthday. I’m not sure how it passed so quickly, but I think about her whenever I hear this song. I’m so thankful to be sealed to my family. Distance may come between us, but it can never separate us.
My Dad is one of the greatest people I know. A lot of people say that, but in my case it is true. He would take us on Fathers and Sons outings when we were younger. He went to most of my sporting events. He pushed me to get my Eagle Scout award. He made me to go Seminary and firesides. He wrote me every week on my mission. He held scripture study and family prayer every day. We had Family Home Evening every Sunday and Monday. He took us to Yosemite every year for our family vacation. He taught me how to fish and enjoy it when we didn’t catch anything. He taught me to work hard. He is always helping to put away chairs after Priesthood session of General Conference after others have left. He worked very hard to give us the things he did not have growing up. He broke what could have easily been a cycle of divorce and neglect by constantly putting us first. He does what has to be done even though he is in pain. He is the greatest example to me of service and I love him.
This is the blowgun target range my youngest son set up this evening. He had been bugging me for two days to shoot blowguns, so he went out and set this up near our garden. He pulled the wood from our wood pile and stuck them between the cinder blocks, then added the bottles. Awesome.
My oldest son asked me to help him with his science project. They are building a catapult and several kids have a specific assignment for parts. He did not have a blueprint for the design, so we did the best we could. We cut and drilled his parts in a way that we can modify them if necessary. I taught him how to use a tape measure and mark with a “carrot.” I also showed him how to put a 2″ X 4″ on either side of the 2″ X 4″ we were drilling to keep it from tipping over, and putting all three boards on another board so we didn’t drill into the ground. My kids are growing up too quickly.