Grief is Sneaky….

Maybe it's redundant and been said too much, but I still miss him. I miss him each day and wish I could share him, the real living him, with my world. Mostly my family because no matter how much I try and talk about him or keep his memory alive, it seems no one really … Continue reading Grief is Sneaky….

Threes…..

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…..

This is Where it Ends….

(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….

A Voice of Reason…

(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…

Angels and Dreams…

(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…

Consider What the Memories Hold…

(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…

On the Road with My Dad….

(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….

Money Pit…

(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…

The Ultimate Confrontation…

(A Continuation of the Post-My Teenage Self...) My father called me down to the basement that afternoon, fresh out of his shower with his usual white, Velcro towel wrapped around his waist. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, still wet and heated from his shower, and informed me, with a grin on his … Continue reading The Ultimate Confrontation…

My Teenage Self….

(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….