He may be physically with us, but, as far as his memory and personality goes, he's gone.
Please pray for him and my mother.
Thanks for posting.
I promise no weird stuff!
What a wonderful tribute to your dad.
Very thoughtful. Prayers for your dad and mom.
You and your family are in my prayers.
My relationship with my Dad had a lot in common with this account, including my finally seeing the light. He also has Alzheimer's at this point, but still has some very good days and I'm happy to get a chance to talk with him at those times. The comfort is that it doesn't seem to be hard on him. I thank God every day that my Mom is still able, willing and determined to take care of him - just as she has all of her children and grandchildren for 60 years.
Beautifully written.
Thanks for the ping Pippin. Prayers for you and your family.
My dad died when I was a Jr. in college. I still miss him too.
I think I'll call my Dad today.
"Hed merely tell me about how his vote would cancel out mine."
This is what good dad's say in order to get their children thinking. Grandpa's are known for saying these things, too...
I still miss my mom too... She died before she could meet my husband.
Your post is poignant, it's a very different kind of grieving to lose the person you love even without death.
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Beautiful, Pippin.
Thank you for sharing this.
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I'm so sorry.
...My mom died this past summer from Alzheimers......it's hard.
Now that I've cleared up my blurry monitor, I so identify with your post. I lost my WWII veteran father 3 years ago come August. He had a stroke in April and died in August. It was a terrible time. Now that I've "grown up", I'm more like him in his conservative viewpoint. He taught me patriotism, honesty and hard work. I miss him.
Very nice.
He still IS special.
He's be proud and touched at what you said.
Till you meet again, he's loving you from a distance.
My Dad passed in 1978.
He was, to me, the greatest man to ever walk to face of the planet.
Was he always there for me or my sister? No. He was earning a living. That was (to him) his role in life: Making sure my mother, my sister and me were eating, sleeping safely, educated, safe from harm, available for fun, and most of all, loved.
Was he there when we needed him? Damn right he was. Do I miss him? Every minute of every day.
But he's not gone. He lives in me, always.
And if he he knew I was speaking of him this way, he'd whip my butt from here to next Thursday.
But that's my Dad...
And your Dad too.
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