The leaves are turning...

Today I really wish I could talk to you dad. tell you about things, ask you about things. maybe laugh about things. give me some perspective. I miss you so much.
your darling daughter

That's my dad...

This post is not what you are thinking it will be. I will not be describing dad, as in "that's my dad!". Once upon a time, long before caller ID numerical or auditory, I used to be able to tell if it was dad calling. Not everytime but often times when he called I knew before I picked up it was him. It used to creep out my boyfriend at the time..."ring", "that's my dad".... "hi dad". How did you know?. Usually I knew before the phone rang that he would be calling soon. Then I had a mess of kids to distract me and dad and I had a kind of understanding that we would speak on Sunday afternoons so the second sense went away and that odd telephone voice saying BOKEMUN RAYmund took it's place. Well a few days ago the phone rang in the morning and I thought "it's dad" for the first time in ages. Of course it wasn't, it was probably a telemarketer. I don't know why I am even telling anybody about it except it was a very sweet 2 seconds in my life post Ray. I have also been giving a lot of thought lately to how I can enrich people's lives around me the way dad enriched peoples lives around him. Even when he just gave a big encouraging smile or a little hug it meant something. He inspired people and lifted hearts all around him... . ahhhhhhhhhhh those are big shoes. Robert the blog has been invaluable to me. I will write more on it later.

ps I can't find any of my digital photos of Dad!!!! the puppies were a place holder but I can't figure out how to delete them. Dad would have liked them anyway.