tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876843150877300869.post5442251597154384413..comments2023-10-29T03:24:41.691-07:00Comments on Things About Who, What, When, Where and Why: My DadCindy http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552572705763406197noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876843150877300869.post-32229721660125877842009-06-22T08:42:17.966-07:002009-06-22T08:42:17.966-07:00You could have been describing my Grandpa Andy, al...You could have been describing my Grandpa Andy, also a farmer -- my gosh, the parallels. Your Dad rose up in front of my eyes as I read this ... bittersweet, joy & sadness, you've captured the humanity of this experience, but really it shows that someone is never really 'gone' (as in erased) ... he looks so like a man I'd see in the Nebraska hometown bar where my grandpa lived, eating a stuffed pork chop and talking about corn prices. Man.Tonihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02230544418684268354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876843150877300869.post-1332003476011780252009-06-21T17:12:13.431-07:002009-06-21T17:12:13.431-07:00Well just great now I am blubbering too...lol..all...Well just great now I am blubbering too...lol..all these emotions, I think maybe I should be in menopause or something...I love you too Laurie, we will get through this, you know that...Dad is very close to us...wain said he is probably in heaven learning how to play golf with harry. I said, he knows how to play golf, he is probably kicking Harrys ass.Anyway whatever get us through. I am here for you when you need me, even when you don't. cindyCindy https://www.blogger.com/profile/03552572705763406197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876843150877300869.post-26531653438274123982009-06-21T10:02:43.015-07:002009-06-21T10:02:43.015-07:00To my sister every word you wrote was like every t...To my sister every word you wrote was like every thought i had this morning. It is amazing how we can feel so much the same. I am trying to be strong as mom is here and even for my boys. I still feel like it is maybe all a bad dream and i will wake up and things will be as they once were. For a long while now i have been living with the thought that you have to enjoy every day so i am just going to keep that thought in mind as we really don't know when our last day will be. So everyday i will enjoy the small stuff keep the people i love close. One of those people is you, i love you dearly and am blessed to have a sister like you. Dad would be so proud of the way you speak of him and the love in your heart. I write this with tears pouring down my face but i am thinking of listening to the rain on dads truck roof with him and watching the rain run down the windshield. Love you more than you know.penguinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04683316064151478994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876843150877300869.post-7297498569410353922009-06-20T11:45:58.120-07:002009-06-20T11:45:58.120-07:00C.....how wonderful it is to have someone who in t...C.....how wonderful it is to have someone who in their dark hours reaches out through time and space to say the things...again....she has said for so many years and ways to someone she dearly loved and respected. Your father was a "mountain" for sure. he stands behind you and at your beck and call for eternity whispering words of encouragement for all you wish.....that is a fact of our infinite nature.<br />Know it to be true as true as the love you hold out to him.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02687020216039527521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876843150877300869.post-49252351169593365982009-06-20T07:52:33.787-07:002009-06-20T07:52:33.787-07:00I'm sorry honey - the firsts are always so har...I'm sorry honey - the firsts are always so hard. Just continue to pray for the strength to get through these and I'm glad you're doing things like this to honor him. Great job on the painting.Charhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03851293154388793520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876843150877300869.post-2872440453961253002009-06-20T07:27:59.652-07:002009-06-20T07:27:59.652-07:00Thanks Holly...Have a great weekendd....sorry abou...Thanks Holly...Have a great weekendd....sorry about your Dad been gone so long ago. take care, cinnerCindy https://www.blogger.com/profile/03552572705763406197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3876843150877300869.post-83114867788660946582009-06-20T07:05:54.251-07:002009-06-20T07:05:54.251-07:00Cinner, my Dad has been gone closing in on 20 year...Cinner, my Dad has been gone closing in on 20 years now. I will tell you that the notion that he is gone from my Human senses never gets easier. I so miss the sound of his voice. But, it doesn't hurt like it did if that makes any sense.<br /><br />Instead, I feel like he is very close to me now, and only a thought away. For, the reality is, that all of us are held safely in a loved one's thoughts...that's where we all really live.<br /><br />And, now you carry your big, burly, farmer father tucked inside of you. What a miracle.<br /><br />Happy Father's Day, Cin, I wish you the peace of a summer day and the joy in a life and love well returned.Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10972581158834240144noreply@blogger.com