Does anyone else ever look at Dad's picture, or in a moment when you would really love to call him up, think WOW, I can't believe this horrible thing happened to dad, to all of us. I still do. From time to time I actually stop and think, did that really happen? I suspect I always will. I heard a poem on the radio a couple days ago and one line stood out. It was "Death robs us of everything but our stories". blog babbling. bobble blagging.
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Hi Sis
You know this very morning I had the Damn my Dad's dead moment... again.
I put a unmarked CD in the CD player and it was the soundtrack we picked out for Aidan's "My Grandpa Died" DVD. I just started crying. It wasn't the CD of course.. that is just a trigger. I think it is spring and it is so beautiful and any day now Dad is supposed to arrive for a visit and marvel at Alaska and at us. You could read the joy at seeing us in his face.
shoot shoot shoot!
no fair!
R
I got this feeling that your BoyS are going to be grate like the beasty boys .you ever see the beasty boys growing up picks allways clowning for the camera just like your BoyS to cool sis
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