03/14/2022
In Honor of Francis Thomas Adair, December 8th, 1938, to February 10th, 2022. His step “sons”, Tony Apilado and Bill Parker will take him on his last ride to his resting place, where he will be with his loving wife, Susan Mae Adair, Together Now and Forever. Love you dad and thank you for everything you taught me and Bill, couldn't have had a better "step" dad. Lunch/Dinner will follow proceedings, at this time Stark Street Pizza (9234 SE Stark St, Portland, OR 97216) at or around 2:30-3:00 p.m.
Safety Brief:
• Obey all traffic laws, speed limits.
• If you have flashers, you can put them on(optional),
• We will not be having an es**rt and we will not be blocking traffic. If you fall behind or/if you get stopped by a red light, continue mission.
• If by chance we get separated, (Don’t Panic) head to the next destination, and so on, or head to Willamette National Cemetery and meet us there, if were not in the parking lot, we’re at the wall where dad will be laid to rest with his loving wife, Susan.
• Last bike or last car be aware of what’s behind you, if someone falls out, someone fall out with them. Utilize cell phone or other communication devices to get help if needed. Alert myself or someone to inform of the situation (Sitrep). Relay updates.
• Be careful, anyone reckless will suffer the consequences, don’t be a knucklehead.
• This is in Honor of Francis Thomas Adair, not you, not me, follow directions or leave.
• Please Be safe.
Ride/Drive Itenary:
Arrive by 10:30 am: Latus Motor Harley-Davidson.
870 E Berkeley St, Gladstone, OR 97027
Departure from Latus-Harley Davidson @ 10:45 am,
• Headed to Molalla Police Station,
117 N Molalla Ave, Molalla, OR 97038,
• Headed to Woodburn Police Station,
1060 Mt Hood Ave, Woodburn, OR 97071
• Headed to Hubbard Police Station,
3720 2nd St, Hubbard, OR 97032
• Headed to Canby Police Station,
1175 NW 3rd Ave, Canby, OR 97013
• Willamette National Cemetery,
11800 SE Mt Scott Blvd, Happy Valley, OR 97086
meeting in Parking Lot in front of Office at 1:00-1:15 p.m. then we'll be es**rted to the wall, where Francis "Tom" Adair will be laid to rest with his wife, Susan Mae Adair, may they both rest in peace forever.
Francis Thomas Adair, was born in Elsinore, Utah on December 8th, 1938, in the back of a covered wagon.
His parents were Francis LeeRoy Adair and Lucile “Sherry” Rupe/Adair. He has a surviving sister, Sarah Keil.
We, my brother Billy Parker, and I, Tony Apilado, had the honor of calling him our dad(step) for 50 years, because of him, we are the men we are today, we have big shoes to fill, and we can only hope that we can make him proud. My brother Billy and I were taught several things growing up, it was ok for a man to cry and to use your sleeve to wipe your nose, the man showed patience beyond belief, teaching us how to count to 10 often and even now, when I found, that big thick black leather belt, made me smile because he only had to s***k me with it a couple of times, to get my attention and to stay out of trouble. He instilled work ethic, discipline, morals and values that set us up for success and I’m sure we both have found ourselves, working our tails off, pulling extra shifts and working extra hours, I believe those traits are missing in today’s younger generation. We were taught there are times to complain and there’s time to embrace the suck, because there’s always someone out there worst off then we are. We were taught that the world is our playground, it is what you make of it and to make the best out of every situation, things can always get worse. Being a Police Officers son, we often lifted our heads, learned to keep our mouths shut until the first punch was thrown, then show them what a “PIG”s son could do. PIG standing for, “PRETTY IMPORTANT GUY”.
Thank you, Tom for teaching us to respect everyone, until they disrespected us, then they weren’t worth the dirt on your shoes. You taught us that true friends and true love, will always stick around, during the good and the bad. You never once pressured us to do anything we didn’t want to do, but you always checked on us and asked, “You sure you want to do this “. You always had our backs, you married a broken woman with two young children, loved the woman, even after her death and raised two young boys to become men. As a Police Officer and Deputy Sheriff, from the Willamette Valley to Eastern Oregon, back to the Willamette Valley, you showed us, not from a covered wagon, but from a truck you built a camper on, how to live, from fishing the creeks, following game trails and tracking animals, to growing gardens in the high desert, you prepared us for most situations and made us ready and prepared for yet what is to come. I can hear him say, “It’s Oregon, never leave the house without a jacket “. Rest easy now dad, you enjoy yourself with mom and spend some quality time, in the house that God has built for you, that shines bright with the light of the holy spirit, in his name, our Lord, Jesus Christ Amen.
