"When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am
with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It
means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless
years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again,
you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my
face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart." ~ Frederick Buechner
A friend of mine just posted this... Yes, Dad... I remember you because you made me who I am. I carry you with me wherever I go... Though time and space stand between us, you are here, I can hear your voice and you do speak to me in my heart. You are you, I am I, but we are still together.
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Missing you
Hi Dad,
Its been a hard day as I'm missing you so. I don't know why today is so hard - maybe because Jeff is sick with the flu and a high fever; maybe because I'm so tired; maybe because its been a hard week at work. I don't know - but I miss you. It seems like forever since I've last seen you or talked to you. And yet, it seems like just yesterday when we were there for Christmas. One day at a time, Dad, all I can do, is take one day at a time.
Paulette took Mom to see the movie "Wrinkle in Time". She enjoyed it and today she even stopped at the library and checked out three books to read. We're all learning to cope, to start anew, but we miss you so.
Love you, forever, Dad.
Susan
Its been a hard day as I'm missing you so. I don't know why today is so hard - maybe because Jeff is sick with the flu and a high fever; maybe because I'm so tired; maybe because its been a hard week at work. I don't know - but I miss you. It seems like forever since I've last seen you or talked to you. And yet, it seems like just yesterday when we were there for Christmas. One day at a time, Dad, all I can do, is take one day at a time.
Paulette took Mom to see the movie "Wrinkle in Time". She enjoyed it and today she even stopped at the library and checked out three books to read. We're all learning to cope, to start anew, but we miss you so.
Love you, forever, Dad.
Susan
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