After just reading a post from my fellow blogger and friend: AmyRose (her blog), I was encouraged by my initial reaction to discuss the age old saying, "Death happens in threes." I hate this phrase because it was all too true at the time my father died. I think it should be known, from my … Continue reading Threes…..
Life has had its ups and downs lately. The weather warms up only to cool down again. Politics and activism have been over consuming my extra hours, taking time from my writing and family. Mostly due to my mind's preoccupation with the stresses and anxiety that go along with trying to coordinate, prepare, and anticipate … Continue reading Onto the Next Journey (Please Join Me!)…
(Continuation of the post-A Voice of Reason...) Speaking of dreams, angels, and death makes me recall a time in my childhood that my father and I bonded over a common interest; baseball. When I was 8 years old a movie came out that not only intrigued me but sparked an excitement in my dad. Something … Continue reading This is Where it Ends….
(Continuation of the post-Angels & Dreams...) As his life became whole, I was starting to fall apart. Fifteen is a difficult time to lose a parent, anytime really is, but it could have been worse. I am so grateful for the time my father and I had together. It was long enough to feel I … Continue reading A Voice of Reason…
(A Continuation of the post-Consider What the Memories Hold...) The one comfort is that I believe he is watching over them in a way he would not be able to if he was still here, alive, on Earth with us. My father believed in angels and I listened to several guardian angel stories when I … Continue reading Angels and Dreams…
(A Continuation of the post-On the Road with My Dad....) I guess the reality is we don't really know most of the time who or what we'll be dealing with. From my experiences in the last 36 years, I've found it is difficult to predict how exactly the events in my life will affect me immediately or … Continue reading Consider What the Memories Hold…
(Continuation of the post-Money Pit...) My father warned me that we were going to a very filthy, run down city and I had to be careful. At this point in time, my parents had not bought the white cab truck yet and they were renting one. It was a cab over and the ride was … Continue reading On the Road with My Dad….
Hopefully they're fair and equal; considerate and caring; respectful and honest. When true they will never wear out and always persevere in the end. Something you can exemplify, hold onto forever, sleep with at night, and wake up and still have in the morning. You can even pass them on for generations to come through … Continue reading Sidenote #13-Reap What You Sow….
(Continuation of the post-The Ultimate Confrontation...) Ever since we had moved to this new town, my father had less and less time to spend with his family. This was unusual and regrettable. His time was constantly limited because he had bought a money pit. My father was meticulous and knew how to inspect a house … Continue reading Money Pit…
(Continuation of the post: He Took Pride in Me...) When considering my lifetime, it's hard to believe my father's been dead longer than he was alive. The most devastating result is that neither my children nor my husband has ever gotten to meet my father. When my father passed away, I was a teenager. This … Continue reading My Teenage Self….
My Father's Story from his youngest daughter's heart and memory one paragraph at a time....(Read from the bottom up to read the full story) 
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