02/25/2026
Roger Mashburn
July 28,1945-January 8 2026
When I think about my father, the first word that comes to mind is hardworking. He worked hard not for recognition, not for praise, but for his family. He carried responsibility quietly and faithfully. He showed me that love isn’t always loud — sometimes it looks like long hours, tired hands, and still showing up.
My dad was strong. Not just physically, but in the way he endured life. He didn’t quit. He didn’t back down. He kept going. And because he kept going, so do I.
But beneath that strength was a heart that felt deeply. He loved deeply. Sometimes he didn’t always say it in big speeches — but you could see it in his actions. In the way he protected. In the way he provided. In the way he stood by the people he loved.
And if you knew my dad, you knew one thing for sure — Saturdays in the fall belonged to Alabama football. If the Alabama Crimson Tide were playing, everything else could wait. Cheering, yelling at the TV, celebrating every win like it was personal — because to him, it was. That loyalty, that pride — it was part of who he was.
But what I’ll miss most isn’t the games or even the lessons.
I’ll miss his presence.
I’ll miss knowing he was just a phone call away.
I’ll miss the comfort of knowing my dad was here.
I’ll miss the way he made me feel safe — no matter how old I got.
There is something about losing your father that shifts the ground beneath you. It reminds you how much of your foundation was built on him.
Dad, you were my example of perseverance. You were my example of dedication. You were my example of what it means to stand firm for the people you love.
I hope you knew how much I loved you.
I hope you knew how proud I was to be your daughter.
And I hope I can live in a way that honors the sacrifices you made and the strength you showed.
You worked hard your whole life.
Now you get to rest.
I will carry you with me — in my heart, in my choices, in my strength.
Roll Tide, Dad.
And I love you forever.
