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And, as i said about mothers - up to you to decide if you are one or not! So if you are - Happy Father's Day!
:)
Just got back from a visit to the folks. *yawn* Driving makes me tired! So before the day's over, i must post this...
This picture here, this is my father. I love this picture - he looks very handsome and just...very *happy*. Which he pretty much is just about all of the time.
What can i say about my dad... He's always inspired me. He finished high school...but only after serving as a Navy medic. He saw D-Day from the beaches they took posession of, and he saw Korea through the lens of war, as well. He put himself through college - he learned how to fix things and make things and he was always curious. Anywhere, anytime, we would see a new or interesting thing and my dad? He would *ask*. He always wanted to know, and he'd ask, or study, or just *poke* - until he'd figured it out.
All my life, i've measured my 'hardships' by what my dad has had to go through - measured my own achievments by what he accomplished and what he did. All my life, i've realized i am so very lucky, and all my life i've asked, questioned - tried to learn, because of him.
He's my Dear Old Dad*, and I love him so very much.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
*Legal and Binding.
:)
Just got back from a visit to the folks. *yawn* Driving makes me tired! So before the day's over, i must post this...
This picture here, this is my father. I love this picture - he looks very handsome and just...very *happy*. Which he pretty much is just about all of the time.
What can i say about my dad... He's always inspired me. He finished high school...but only after serving as a Navy medic. He saw D-Day from the beaches they took posession of, and he saw Korea through the lens of war, as well. He put himself through college - he learned how to fix things and make things and he was always curious. Anywhere, anytime, we would see a new or interesting thing and my dad? He would *ask*. He always wanted to know, and he'd ask, or study, or just *poke* - until he'd figured it out.
All my life, i've measured my 'hardships' by what my dad has had to go through - measured my own achievments by what he accomplished and what he did. All my life, i've realized i am so very lucky, and all my life i've asked, questioned - tried to learn, because of him.
He's my Dear Old Dad*, and I love him so very much.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
*Legal and Binding.
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Nice nice, bay~bee. Handsome father and wow, heh. He sounds a lot like you.
:)
*luffs*
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thank you for sharing!
*smoochity*
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Yeah, we're a bit alike.
:)
*smooch*
*is squished*
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I really do love that picture.
*hugs*
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I believe he did.
Thank you!
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*hugs* hope you and yours had a great day.
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And he can tell good stories!
We had a lovely day, thanks. Hope the same for you!
*smooch*
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Thank you! He deserves every word of this 'toast'.
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*squeezes you*
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Thanks, bay-bee.
:)
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Tabaqui,
It's going to take some time, I swear. But don't stop looking at pictures of him, and don't let people stop talking about him in front of you. People tried that with my mother, and I put a stop to it. I wanted to hear the good, the bad, the ugly, and I still do. And of course, I want to see everything. My father's remarried. My stepmother found a photo album I'd never seen of my parents' honeymoon, and she showed it to me this summer, and Oh My God, it meant the world to me. She's keeping it for my daddy now, but they've both sworn to will it to me. :)
Please accept every resource that's palatable to you. I'm not religious so I was wary of religious offers, but I accepted my mother's hospice's offer of a grief support group. It was so great. Fortunately, mine wasn't Christian focused at all. The leaders were Christian but they were more focused on helping all of us realize that we weren't crazy, just grief-stricken, and we just wanted to talk. I went through an 8 week, once a week class, and it was so helpful. You could sit there and listen and never say anything or talk, a little or a lot, and they just monitored. Believe it or not, I talked maybe twice in an 8 week course with 90 minute sessions, but it helped. It did. I swear it did. (((hugs you so so hard)))
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Thanks so much.
But you know, really, i'm okay. I *miss* my dad, but...i'm good. We stood there and talked and joked while we held his hands. We told him we loved him over and over, and talked about things we'd all done. Talked about him to the nurses and the clergy-guy they sent. Made jokes and laughed and just...were there, together.
We talked about him at the funeral home, too. No funeral or service or anything, but we joked about how we had wanted to do a 'Viking' funeral and we even had a bow to shoot the flaming arrows. My dad loved to make silly comments and totally 'non pc' talk about death and dying and such. The funeral guy was really nice and laughed and talked with us, and that was good.
We're having the wake on the 11th, and so many people are going to be there, and i've been calling my mom or brothers or sister about every other day...
So really, i'm okay. We're a family that *talks*, and we might be German in public but together we get emotional and it's all good.
You were thinking about me and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I really appreciate it.
*hugs*
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My family really doesn't talk, but I got closer to my father after her death. We joked about things too. She kept on and on to me about how she wanted Daddy to start dating again and wanted him to marry again *right away.* For some ridiculous reason, she was certain it would make her look bad if he didn't. She thought it would make people think he didn't like being married to her! My father had come home from work quietly during one of those conversations. He came into Mother's sick room and asked her, "PJ, am I going to have to bring a date to your funeral?" She told him, "oh my goodness. That would be in such poor taste. But when everyone comes back to the house after the burial, call her on the phone and get her over to meet everyone." They were always like that.
((hugs)))
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It's hard, and weird, and miserable sometimes, but...i'm okay. Getting through it. Lucky to have such good friends.
:)