A few years back Tom Peters taught us the importance of building our personal brand. Over the last couple of weeks I’ve come to realize that I learned about personal branding long before Mr. Peters ever wrote about it. I learned about personal branding from Tom Dick Harry — my dad.

He might not have been Billy Mays, or Seth Godin, or Barrack Obama, but he was definitely a unique man! In the 1970s he grew hip sideburns and a handlebar mustache. The mustache stuck and became his personal trademark until the day he died. That mustache became his personal brand.

Dad understood the power of networking.  He was always looking for ways to help people connect with each other.  He loved people and being the center of attention.  He also loved introducing his friends to each other. His strong faith led him to work hard to connect people with their God…whoever that might be. While dad was definitely a Christian, he was open to helping people find room for other understandings and interpretations of God.  One young man, raised a devout Jew, asked if he could go talk to Dick because he “had a few questions about religion that Dick would understand.”  Dad did.  He was open minded enough to know that his image of God, while strong and based upon biblical principals, was incomplete.  He was a champion “connector.”

My dad taught me to WORK HARD while I was at work, “If you don’t have anything to do, grab a broom and start sweeping. If the boss walks through and sees 2 people standing around and one sweeping, who do you think he’s going to send home?” I hated it as a kid, but I love it as an adult.  It’s not difficult for me to find work because I am willing to do almost anything that needs to be done. That’s what dad taught me to do.

Dad was a musician and an artist.  As a child, I can remember the family standing around the piano and singing boisterously while dad played the piano. His voice was strong and he always sang at the top of his lungs.  I could hear him singing even when we sat in different parts of the congregation.  I loved knowing my dad was there giving it all he had.  He was a passionate musician.

Dad also had a sense of humor with his music. He once told me that, while in college, he and his friends would gather to sing in the parlor with him at the piano. At the end of the evening he would play a series of scales and finish by playing an incomplete scale. He’d play 7 (out of notes and leave the room in darkness.  Inevitably someone would traipse downstairs to complete the scale by playing that last note.  I love it! I have instructed the musicians at his memorial service to end their postlude that way!  I wonder if anyone will notice. I wonder if anyone will complete the scale.

Dad influenced many young people in his lifetime.  He was an elementary school teacher and volunteered to work with youth in our church. People loved having him around for his vibrancy and uniqueness.  Dad taught kindergarten in the 1970s–highly unusual for that era to have a man in the classroom with young children. Dad taught the same silly songs to high school kids at camp that he sang with 5 year-olds at school.  I don’t know how many adults taught “I Wub A Wabbit” to their own kids, but I do know they learned it from dad when they were in high school. . . hand motions and all!

Dad was passionate about life and living. He almost died many times over the past 15 years, but his will to live always pulled him through.  He didn’t want to miss a party or the chance to make a new friend. He was ill for a long time, but he never wanted to let that stop him from going somewhere or being with someone he loved. He was always up for going to coffee or lunch or a movie. His love of living poured out in generosity as well. Dad never was a rich man, but he always wanted to pay for your drink or meal. If someone asked him for the shirt off his back, he would give it to him no questions asked. Of course, the shirts dad wore were usually pink or flowery or gawdy in some other way. . . perhaps that’s why people seldom asked for his shirt!

Dad encouraged me to live an authentic life, to love boldy, and to enjoy being around people. He was my number one fan, standing out in the rain at our football games in High School (I played on the C team, so he was pretty much the only person in the crowd), attending every concert. I visited dad the day before he died in the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital. I was supposed to be the guest preacher at his church that evening, and the first thing dad said was, “I’m so sorry I won’t be able to make it to support you.” He was that way for all of his children and many more who’s father wasn’t willing or able to be there.

Tomorrow we will gather to celebrate dad’s life and to bid him farewell. It will be a sad occassion, but it will also be an amazing celebration because dad loved people and life so much.  I know the church will be full to the brim with people sharing wonderful stories of how their lives have been touched by Tom Dick Harry. We will laugh and cry. We will sing from the bottom of our hearts. We will share stories and lean on each other–his friends and family. We will be together, just as he would have wanted it.

Dad was a special man with a unique personality and a distinct personal brand. Thomas Richard Harry–not just any Tom, Dick and Harry, but my dad. I’m greatful he taught me how to love life. I’m greatful he taught me how to passionately love God’s people. I’m greatful he taught me how to live my own unique, personal brand.

Thanks dad! I love you and I will miss you.