Tribute to
Roger Foust
The Whetstone
Editor's Note: Our dear friend Roger Foust was called Home on January 13, a few weeks after he suffered a massive stroke. This tribute was written by his son, Curt, and shared at his Memorial Service. The link to Roger's service is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMbH8V3L0rc.
"Tribute to Dad"
by Curt Foust
Where do I even start to try to pay tribute to dad? I guess the obvious—he loved his family and he loved God. Dad always had a keen eye for the beauty of God’s creation and was a gifted photographer, but he would never take the credit, instead, deflecting it to the Creator. “Patience,” he would say, was the key to the amazing photos he took, whether it was birds, lightning strikes, the prairies, or the Northern Lights; although, if you were ever riding with him in the car as a stoplight turned red while he approached the intersection, you would never know that patience was in his vocabulary.
Dad shared his photography, making calendars for family members that we eagerly waited for every year. He also displayed his creativity, making custom birthday cards for many. If you ever received one from him, you know the thought that he put into them, and would recognize his signature Coke can on the back. Speaking of his Coke collection, there are not enough hours in the day to describe it, but he has Coke memorabilia from well over fifty countries.
Dad was constantly analyzing and collecting bits of information as only he could, like how many stairs were on his paper route, how long it would take him to walk his mile a day, or exactly how many kilometers it was from the house to Tim Hortons, or how many seconds he would have to put his coffee cup in the microwave to make sure the cup would stop at the front of the microwave when he opened the door.
Dad was an avid hockey fan, and a long-time season ticket holder for the Moose Jaw Warriors. He had a lot of favorite players over the years, but Brayden Point was his favorite. He would get a daily alert on his phone of how Brayden did that day. When dad was in the hospital, I told him that Point had picked up his 400th point against our Detroit Red Wings, but the Wings still won. He was able to smile and give a little laugh and nod his approval.
Dad pastored at Moose Jaw Baptist Church for thirty-seven years and touched many lives. His love and compassion for his family, his church, and those he met with was instantly evident. Although we will miss dad and feel this enormous void on earth, I know that he is Home now, reunited with mom, welcomed into the arms of his Savior.
2 Corinthians 5:8 says, “We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord.” I am confident and excited that I know it is not “goodbye” but rather “I will see you again.” I love you, Dad!
<BackDad shared his photography, making calendars for family members that we eagerly waited for every year. He also displayed his creativity, making custom birthday cards for many. If you ever received one from him, you know the thought that he put into them, and would recognize his signature Coke can on the back. Speaking of his Coke collection, there are not enough hours in the day to describe it, but he has Coke memorabilia from well over fifty countries.
Dad was constantly analyzing and collecting bits of information as only he could, like how many stairs were on his paper route, how long it would take him to walk his mile a day, or exactly how many kilometers it was from the house to Tim Hortons, or how many seconds he would have to put his coffee cup in the microwave to make sure the cup would stop at the front of the microwave when he opened the door.
Dad was an avid hockey fan, and a long-time season ticket holder for the Moose Jaw Warriors. He had a lot of favorite players over the years, but Brayden Point was his favorite. He would get a daily alert on his phone of how Brayden did that day. When dad was in the hospital, I told him that Point had picked up his 400th point against our Detroit Red Wings, but the Wings still won. He was able to smile and give a little laugh and nod his approval.
Dad pastored at Moose Jaw Baptist Church for thirty-seven years and touched many lives. His love and compassion for his family, his church, and those he met with was instantly evident. Although we will miss dad and feel this enormous void on earth, I know that he is Home now, reunited with mom, welcomed into the arms of his Savior.
2 Corinthians 5:8 says, “We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord.” I am confident and excited that I know it is not “goodbye” but rather “I will see you again.” I love you, Dad!