October Kitchen - June 2019

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The Legacy of Stephen Henry Finney STORIES OF MY DAD

Earlier this spring, I was at an event where four different people came up to me to tell me what a great guy my dad was. They shared stories about how much they loved playing bridge with him at the South Windsor Senior Center and mentioned how often Dad said he was proud of me. My dad, Stephen Henry Finney, passed away from complications of kidney failure on Jan. 15, 2018, at 78 years old. The year and a half since he’s been gone has been hard. My dad was an inspiration to me in a lot of ways. Dad was a union carpenter and helped build bridges and buildings all over Connecticut.

Dad and Me at Yankee Stadium

three years ago. He was very glad to be there. My sister married a wonderful gal, Beth, and they have a son named Guthrie Stephen. Dad got to spend some of his last days on Earth with Guthrie. He loved that baby so much. By that point, Dad was sleeping almost 23 hours a day, but when my sister brought Guthrie over, he perked right up. All Dad wanted was to have Guthrie sit on his lap and read him stories. It was miraculous to watch. I’m sorry Dad wasn’t there to see my daughter’s graduation or her wedding in May. He would have been so proud of her. Audriana inherited what we call the “Finney Luck” from my dad. Once, we went deep sea fishing when Audriana was little and she was

He got up at 5:30 a.m. every morning, left by 6:30 a.m. and was home for dinner every night to tell us stories about his day. Dad taught me the value of hard work and how to save your money, but he also taught me the importance of having fun. He would take my sister and I to the public library to rent mystery novels and adventure stories. Dad was an avid reader, something he passed down to me. My dad also loved racing cars and going fast. Throughout my teenage years, we spent every Sunday at the drag strip. Dad would race his 1970 Nova or his Buick Grand National and I got to be in his pit crew. One of the last big events my dad was well enough to go out for was my sister’s wedding

“After leaving that event in April, I immediately texted my sister: ‘He’s gone, but not forgotten.’”

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