August 8, 1919 – October 1, 2012
Clifford Hahn was born on August 8, 1919 in Portland, Oregon and passed away on October 1, 2012 in Everett, Washington.
- Visitation Tuesday, October 9, 2012
- Graveside Service Tuesday, October 9, 2012
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October 5, 2012
Uncle Cliff. Terms of endearment such as: Cantankerous, Tuff, Stubborn, Bull Headed, Ornery, Hard to get along with come to mind. But inside lived, a very gentle, loving and lonely man.
His loneliness surfaced after his lovely, loving wife June passed. He searched to fill this hole in his soul - to no avail. He attempted to distract from his loneliness by baking pies, he spoke of his "Junie's" pies and how excellent they were - he often spoke of her blackberry pie and peach cobbler. His attempt at baking pies was not the hit of Aunt June's pies¦ on several occasions he baked his pies without some required spices, including sugar! Eating a slice of his pie was difficult and arduous, while attempting to maintain a smile and pretending it was good, while Uncle Cliff watched for your approval. The only thing I could think to say while attempting to eat his pie was: "Uncle Cliff, do you have any ice-cream?"
Tuff: Uncle Cliff came to the house to Hunt Elk on horseback. We saddled the horses, placed rifles in scabbards, filled the saddle bags with his "Elk Summer Sausage" and rode. I thought this would be short ride given his age (84 or more). He insisted to use his saddle, one he had brought with him. A saddle he later gave to his granddaughter. We rode from sunup to sundown stopping only to eat "Elk" Summer Sausage and drink "his" pop in a meadow, a meadow so beautiful, yet he could only talk about "his Junie", kids and grandkids. Uncle Cliff said a prayer in the Meadow, on his knees, while the sun glistened off his perspiring bald head and he asked God "why" he took his Junie - while tears streamed down his cheeks, he prayed for his kids, grandkids, asked for forgivness and thanked God for this day. Then we proceeded to eat "his Elk Summer Sausage" with red soaked eyes, while he told me how good "his sausage" was. At the end of the day we had covered 17+ miles on horseback through difficult terrain, he never complained, but he did state; once we got home: "I'll knock your block off" as we didn't get any "Elk" Loosely translated this meant: "Thank you".
Uncle Cliff was a good, hard, tough and most important - a loving man who loved God. His compass in life was the Lord and Aunt June, who would say to him when he miss behaved: "Now Clifford!"
Thank you Uncle Cliff for being there for my family, before, during and after my father's passing. God Bless Aunt June and Uncle Cliff for all they have done and the love they gave to so many.
Two beautiful voices have been silenced here on earth, but their legacy's live on through kids, and grandkids, and those that loved them. Now their voices can be heard at the throne of God, I wonder what songs they sing...
My Last Season:
When fall knocks at winter's door
my life on earth will be no more
my heavenly Father is calling me
to be with Him for eternity
I will miss my loved ones here
as the time draws near
when the clouds will part
With joy in your heart
Our Savior will appear.
So when I cross that Jordan River
and reach the other side
where pain and death exist no more.
In Gods Wondrous domain I'll be.
Do not weep, worry or mourn for me
I'm forever safe and free
and one day you'll be
together with Junie and me
forever with God eternally.
Few had the opportunity to see Uncle Cliff's inner sanctum, those who did saw: A place abundant with love and compassion along with great sorrow and tears for many mistakes made.
I rejoice and share your sorrow with Clifford Haun's passing to see God and his "Junie".