Archer Kray Boeckmann

The Legacy Continues!
born 3 weeks early and tipping the scales at 9lbs on Sunday morning, July 20th. Welcome little one.

:::sigh:::

I miss you, Dad.
It's becoming less and less of a 'sad' missing you...which I know you'll be happy to hear!
I tend to smile more now- instead of always feeling the tears fall.
Don't get me wrong, I still have my moments of utter despair. It just hits me out of the blue at times- like when I picked up a bottle of grape soda at the gas station the other day.

I remembered that, at one point, you loooooved grape soda. So I bought a bottle for the heck of it.
. . .
It seemed like I wouldn't stop crying in the car on the way home...but it turned into a bit of a sheepish grin after several miles, realizing that you were probably up there getting a big kick out of me remembering the soda after all these years.
And just in case you were wondering, yeah Dad...it was darn good. :)

More often than not, though, I enjoy reliving memories with you rather than anguishing that I will never hear your voice again.

The other day, I stopped along a quick hike with a friend to pick blackberries. Scratching my hands & arms all up, I couldn't help but smile the whole time- remembering our blackberry picking side trips where ever we happened to find them. Horseback riding, walking around the 3 mile loop, or on the side of the road on the way to a service call. You could never pass them up!
I remember, Dad...I remember.

I know you would have loved all the berries I picked that day, both the sweet & the pucker-worthy tart. It was really nice to be able to share that with you, as you are now.

So...I'm still here. And you're still there. But that place in between is becoming more bareable for me to visit on a regular basis without worrying that I'll look like a crazy blubbering idiot in the WalMart isles. Then again...who cares if I look like a crazy woman in WalMart, of all places, right?!? :)

My point, is that I'm enjoying my time with you in my current life more and more through the memories that you've left us. I could never thank you enough for those. They're what's getting me though this, albeit slowly.

I smile more often than cry. And that's a start...

All my love,

one of your darling daughters, Sherry Rae