|My Dad, Philip Lawrence Stack,
was born February 29, 1929 in Wilkes-Barre, PA to Joseph and Susan
Stack who immigrated from Slovakia. I was given my Dad's middle name
- a name I probably would not have chosen for myself but can live
with. Dad is a Clinical Psychologist and is truly a student of his
discipline as he seems to approach all of life from a psychologist's
perspective. That is, he makes a behavioral observation and then draws
a conclusion about a person's character on a single observation. He
particularly enjoys this with his grandchildren of which I have three.
This activity frequently flusters one of his 5 daughter-in-laws (of
which I have one) and puts him at the center of an unfavorable conversation.
Dad has been a major influence in my life for which I am truly thankful
to God. He is very generous in a stingy sort of way. He gives but
puts up a stink about it. I can see this characteristic also in my
other siblings (generosity, not the stinginess). When he sees someone
in need he will offer whatever he has to attempt to help out. He will
give work to those in need of a job. I've seen him do this on many
occasions. He offers his home to refugees who have no home, to help
them get a start in a new country.
Dad is also an "idea man." He has developed greeting cards,
T-shirts, wall hangings, laminated placemats, "goodness buttons"
prescriptions for romance, board games based on a combination of his
physcho-analytical poetry and Rorschach inkblots. In spite of intense
criticism from family members and in-laws, he continues to develop
his product line. He refuses to use a third party to market his products.
He refuses to let any criticism keep him from trying new ideas and
products. I think that I am an "idea guy" like my Dad, but
probably more sensitive to criticism than he is.
Dad married my Mom (Fe E. Cabuso) on January 26, 1958. She is God's
gift to him and provides clear evidence to the rest of the world that
there is a God. It is his relationship to my mom that has the most
impact in my life.
One reason God created the family unit is for members learn to relate
to each other as He had intended. Here, sons and daughters learn how
to relate with fathers and mothers. The quality of these relationships
(good or bad) is passed on the next generation and the next. The best
gift Dad could pass on to me was his relationship to my mom. As easy
as it is to be critical of my Dad about his unusual ideas, psycho-analytical
behavioral conclusions, the size of his head (very large), his attire,
and his eating habits, no one ever faults him for how he treats and
cares for my mom. This relationship is a model for my own marriage,
now which is in its 18th year.
Thanks Dad for life, being an "idea man," siblings, and
being an excellent example of a husband to mom. I love you.