Posted | July 09 2003

My Dad

MOUNT VERNON, OH—The Rev. Paul E. Flack, 83, of Mount Vernon died July 9, 2003, at the Cleveland Clinic.

He was born Oct. 29, 1919, in Ashtabula County to William W. and Belle (Cochran) Flack. The Rev. Flack earned his bachelor?s degree from Bethany Nazarene University in Bethany, Okla., and his master?s from the Nazarene Theological Seminary in Kansas City. He had served as pastor for the Dresden Church of the Nazarene, Cardington Church of the Nazarene, Beechwold Church of the Nazarene in Columbus, Tiffin Church of the Nazarene, and for 11 years was the pastor of visitation for the First Church of the Nazarene in Mount Vernon. The Rev. Flack had also served as district secretary for the Nazarene District in Mount Vernon.

Surviving are his wife, Norma (Hanson) Flack, whom he married July 12, 1941; his daughter, Gloria (Bradford) Hackett of Columbus; three sons, William “Bill” Flack of Brandon, Fla., the Rev. David (Barbara) Flack of Sandusky and the Rev. Ron (Connie) Flack of Canton; eight grandchildren; his sister, Betty (Bob) Bowerman of Painesville; and his brother-in-law, Alva Swanson of Andover.

Besides his parents his sister, Jean Swanson, preceded him in death.

Comments

Posted by Ron Flack  on  01/30  at  07:33 PM

My Dad was a great man.  I’ve missed him this year especially.

Any time I would make a major purchase Dad and I would “study on it”  together.  He would always say to make your calling and elections sure ... even when it came to buying a car ... or a wood burner : ).  He wanted the best for all his kids.

We put in a wood burner this month much like the one he and Mom put in the house at Mt. Vernon.  The warmth that it provides reminds me of the love of my Father.  I’m not sure I believe in the whole “he’s looking down from heaven” thing.  But I do know that Dad would have been please.  And that gives me joy.  Not really happiness ... but joy.  There’s a difference.

The furnace hasn’t kicked on at all any day we’ve been home and kept the fire going.  I can’t help but to think that Dad would have been pleased ... “Son, I think you got a good job on that wood burner”

The house is warm tonight.  And I remember my Dad’s love.

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