Walter Pyott Wyrick Jr.'s Obituary
Walter Pyott Wyrick Jr. Born September 29 1930 in Dublin, Virginia to Fary and Walter Wyrick Sr. A graduate of Virginia Tech.
SMSG W P Wyrick gave his career life to the US Air force and his natural life to his family and friends. He is survived by his wife Catherine Jean Wyrick; sons James Dean Wyrick, Mark Richard Wyrick his wife Karen Wyrick, Jonathon Michael Wyrick and Dane Alan Wyrick; 7 Grandchildren, Dawn, Melissa, Michael, Jasmine, Andrew, Ryan, Haley.
Walter Pyott touched the lives of countless individuals across the globe.
Walter was a master craftsman, an avid fisherman and marksman and the most amazing and incredible father/husband one could ever imagine.
Walter Pyott Wyrick left this realm of life on September 25, 2013 to join those who left before him, Father, Mother and Sister, Friends.
We will always and forever love and miss you papa and never forget.
Thank you for being our Rock in the storm..
Mass of Christian Burial will be held at 11am, Tuesday, October 1, 2013 at St. John Bosco Catholic Church in Lakewood, WA. Visitation will be held at the church one hour prior to the service. Concluding service and burial will follow the service scheduled for 2:15 pm at Tahoma National Cemetery.
Thank all of you for being here, we welcome you with open arms and receiving hearts, to share with us the memories and life of Walter Pyott Wyrick. Father to myself,Dane Alan, James Dean, Mark Richard and Jonathon Michael. Husband to his very best friend, my mother, Catherine Jean Wyrick. Grand father to Dawn, Melissa, Michael, Jasmine, Andrew, Ryan and Haley, Great grandfather to Walter K, Harry M, and Raegan A, and great friend to countless scores of individuals spanning the globe.
Walter was/ is a lifelong Christian and baptized catholic for most of his adult life. He loved God and cherished the fact that he would always have a seat next to god in heaven.
So very unfortunate to the world as we know it, Walter passed away on the 25th of September 2013 while surely dreaming of all the love he knew in his life. My papa was just 4 days short of his 83 birthday.
Walter was born on September 29 1930 in Dublin Virginia to Walter Wyrick Sr, and Fary Wyrick and had two sisters. My papa was a whoops baby and we are all so very grateful for his parents promiscuity.
Walter graduated from Virginia tech with a technical bachelors degree in communications and soon after joined the US Air force where he gave his career life to his country achieving an NCO rank of SMSG. During the course of his service he received a purple heart as well as two honorable service awards. Papa loved his country and taught his family to love it as well.
After his military service, Walter Pyott retired to Lakewood Wa, in 1980 where he purchased his house and made it our home. He so much loved his property and spent countless hours attending to each and every detail. Gardening was of his many passions and still today it stands as an example of what hard work and dedication will achieve. He actually trimmed his lawns edges by hand with scissors and tended his roses with the sweat of his brow.
Walter was raised a fisherman by his papa and carried such a passion throughout his life. I think he has a rod and reel for every species of fish known to man and has enough lours and tackle to catch every snag in the water and still have plenty left for the fishes. He is a record holder for a trophy steel head trout caught in Alaska which for many years was his home. Oh how he loved the outdoors and fresh air. Some of his biggest smiles came with rain drops pouring down his face and wind stealing his hat.
Walter was truly a master craftsman receiving trophy's and awards on many of his model air crafts. All built from scratch and flown for all to see. These are not box models but rather 1/3 scale replica's with every detail meticulously attended to.
I remember once when I was about 20 years old and papa had just finished building a new motor for his famed championship Stearman Bi Wing aircraft. He had attached the motor to his workmate utility bench, placed a 100 lb weight to the legs base to shore the bench down. He started the motor and apparently had forgotten to idol the motor down. The motor, the bench, the sand bag, took off like a rocket, went about 30 feet in the air and flew without wings for about fifty yards and landed on its feet. A narrow escape.
Walter was a true marksman an accomplishment achieved over a lifetime. As a child he hunted with his father and later in life with his kids. As all other passions in his life, he took his craft very seriously, polishing his shell casings before hand loading them, treating his weapons like chine dolls. He had a knack for killing non animate objects, Targets, signs, bottles and yes a few squirrels and even his neighbors garage door ( that was an accident ) Or was it?
His dear friend and neighbor Ziggy shared this passion with him. Walter spoke so highly of Ziggy saying many times that “ My friend ziggy, this” “My friend Ziggy, that “
Just so you know Ziggy, I will be keeping his old dodge truck so you will always have some work to do and some memories for reflection.
Everything Walter did, everything Walter was and everything Walter is, carries the mark of extreme and intense dedication, from passions, to ethics, integrity, compassion and love.
The majority of his pride was in direct relation to his family. He felt he was the king of the world for that of his grand children. He spoke every day of them with a glimmer in his eyes, seeing himself in their presence, always concerned with their well being, their futures and the accomplishment of their dreams. Every time he heard one of their voiced, he lit up like a roman candle and shared his thoughts of such to anyone who would listen to him. Walter can be seen in everyone of them and in every part of us and for such i am very thankful as he will forever live on.
Immortality, I once believed that to mean somehow staying alive forever, though i now know for certain that Papa is truly immortal as he will live forever within those who where blessed enough to be touch by him.
we know that papa will never be far away as he waits with those who passed before us to welcome all of us in the kingdom of heaven.
In the hours of his passing, I had a dream. So real, so vivid, it awoke me.
I dreamed that my mother was sitting at the end of a long table in a nondescript room. I was standing facing her and the atmosphere was quiet and pleasant. As we spoke, my father came “ Walking “ in from a hallway. He had ash black hair, wearing a reddish/purple pen stripped casual shirt. I remember that though all the dreams players were current in age, he looked so young, so health, so energetic. He “walked” up from behind mother, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and looked up at me with a big smile and said, “ HI” We can all remember how he said “ HI “ Yes?
This woke me and startled me. I picked up my phone and called my brother to share with him. It was rather late at night so he didn't answer me. Maybe a good thing as he might have bopped me one for calling so late. The next morning i was informed that papa had passed.
I want to believe that papa came to me to say good bye, that he wanted me/ everyone to remember him without pain, without the detriments of his possession. To remember him healthy, young and free from strife. That I always will. And hope all of you will too.
Papa, with all of my existence I will always love you, nothing could ever change that.
Held close, you have simply transformed from the flesh, to the keep of my heart and to all those whom your kind and gentle hand ever and always touched.
As you gave me and my brothers life and lead us to become men, we always looked to you for guidance. You taught us the difference between right and wrong “ MANY TIMES”
You are our moral compass. We feared you, not for that of your wrath but for that of your intellect, your insight, your swift and deserved justice. Every time we stepped into a big pile of crap, we did so right after ignoring a billboard sized caution sign authored and endorsed by you. How did you always somehow know the end result of our approaching stupidity. Through every thing you always stood by us, always having our backs,
Papa you are a shining star. You have always been the brightest light in my eyes. Teaching me to live my dreams without losing sight of who I was, where I came from and those who love me. To work hard, steady and diligently, to give precedence to priority over vanity. That “ Within myself, I will find happiness and “ Without myself” such cannot exist. To not bite off more than I can chew, but to savor the gifts of life I can.
Papa, you taught me of pride and integrity and for such I am proud of every 30,291 days of your incredibly remarkable life. You have been tested, tried and trued and you always stepped up and stepped beyond all adversity proving that your integrity stands unblemished as a shining star that will always provide light and direction.
Thank you papa for giving me this life, for teaching me respect, honor and true love. You always asked me to be patient and good to my mother, that I will forever do in your honor. You can rest now at peace knowing that your life, your wife, your family will always be held safe, strong and very close at heart. You will be visited with every breath I take and every glance I make of your grand children. The world is a much better place for that of your existence. I can feel safe knowing of your love in the roughest of sea's.
Papa, Thank you for being my rock in the storm and thank you for being you..
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