(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…
I, again, want to thank Cheri, https://joyouslyhopeful.com, for nominating me for another award. Please visit her blog, and I promise it will touch and inspire you! I consider Cheri a friend who I may never meet in person but who has touched me deeply, and I admire for her honesty and openness. Through her words and … Continue reading Blogger Award for All!
(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….
The things I realize as I write this story... ~It makes my dad's death realer than it ever had been before. The pictures, the memories, the realization that I am so lucky and honored to have had the father I did, these all resurface and it socks me in the stomach sometimes and makes my … Continue reading Realizations as I Write…
(Continuation of the post Being an Umpire....) My dad also enjoyed attending my swim meets when I swam for the local YMCA swim-team for a few years, and he became my personal trainer the first year I did the annual, summer Hershey Track and Field Meet. My father had also played sports growing up and, … Continue reading He Took Pride in Me…
"Nature gave us one tongue and two ears so we could hear twice as much as we speak." -Epictetus "If you spend more time asking appropriate questions rather than giving answers or opinions, your listening skills will increase." -Brian Koslow "Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak. Courage is also what it … Continue reading Sidenote #12-Listening….
(Continuation of the post-Abuse at School...) My father supported and even got involved in some of the activities I pursued as a young child. One of the most amazing things my father did for my friends and I, during my youth, was demand to be the umpire of our softball league. When I first started … Continue reading Being an Umpire…
(Continuation of the post: Breaking the Cycle of Abuse) My father also experienced abuse at school. All of the schools he attended as a child were Catholic parochial schools, right up until getting expelled from the last one in eighth grade. When I was little, there were two stories he told me about his elementary and … Continue reading Abuse at School…
(Continuation of Heartbroken and Delirious) During family functions like this, where there were a lot of people around, I usually stuck to my dad's side. He was the guy who sat in the corner talking to the one person he really enjoyed having a conversation with. The one I could always go over and sit … Continue reading Breaking the Cycle of Abuse…
(Continuation of the post: An Infinitely Tragic Day) The first person to call me on July 18, 1996 was someone I had met the night before, while camping. His name was Aaron, an 18 year old man from De Pere, WI. We had shared an infatuated, euphoric night talking to one another under the stars. … Continue reading Heartbroken and Delirious…
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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