Hal was born to Delbert and Evelyn Eytchison in Boise, Idaho.  He married my mom, Glenda, on May 17, 1990.

Dad spent a lot of his childhood life around Meridian, Eagle, Boise, and Silver City, Idaho.  He had many jobs over the years, from farming to construction and plumbing.  He had many varied interests, including hunting, fishing, mining, and woodworking, and also whatever else tickled his fancy at the time.  I think the best job he had was being my mom's partner in life for the last 35 years.

He is survived by four kids: Mindi and Jim, Adam and Rachelle Detweiler, Tabetha and Brett Bailey, and Cassie and Zach Barklay; 12 grandkids and seven great-grandkids.  He was preceded in death by his parents, Delbert and Evelyn Eytchison, and his sister, Renda.

It is hard to sum up someone's 69 years of life in just a few words.  There are so many stories and times together that I would love to share with all of you here.

There are countless stories of him and my Uncle Del playing at the prison farm on Eagle Island and throwing walnuts and apples at the prisoners.  I can recall some stories from his and Uncle Del's ramblings, but it is hard to decipher them through all the laughter when they would get going.

He was hardheaded, opinionated, and obstinate, but loving.  He may not have seemed like it, but those who knew him well knew he had a big heart.

He was there for me through many hard times and good times.  He loved to laugh and told the greatest stories.  He always made sure his family came first—even if it made him look like he was being a jerk.

Dad liked to try new things all the time.  He dabbled with making sausages, jewelry, and even fishing lures.  In the last few years, he liked to browse Amazon and find new things to fiddle with or make something with.  I know this drove my mom crazy with something new showing up at the house and wondering what crazy thing he had dreamt up to do now.

Hal didn't have to be my dad, but he showed me each and every day he was there for me and my family—from learning how to cast a fishing pole to playing badminton in the front yard of the house off of Victory.  I will remember seeing his happy face when Mom and I showed up at the hospital to see him.  I will miss him forever and cherish the memories we have with him.