It has been a long time since I have posted anything and I have really wanted to say something about my Dad but It has been really hard for me to say anything. I guess I have been in denial. I still don't believe that he is gone. I keep thinking I should call him because he has not called me and then I remember. No more phone calls.-------- I am having a hard time right now.------- Sorry.
I am also reminded all the time with "How is your Dad?" And then I have to give them the news. Then they give me their condolences and I say "It was a good thing, It was a good thing." I really don't think I say that for them but for me! I am telling myself "It was good" because it has not been good for me. I miss my Dad! Dad and I spent a lot of time together working, dreaming, fighting, forgiving, farming, raising my kids, playing, going to church, parades and helping each other on hobbies.
For fifty years He has was always been there for me and now he is gone!
I hurt.
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You just put so many of my feelings into words, Tom. I also miss the phone calls so much.....
We all miss him. As I was cleaning their house yesterday I realized it was the first time I had cleaned their house since Grandpa's passing. I miss all his weird comments as I would dust the shelves.
I feel the same way. Sometimes people call the shop and they almost, almost sound like Grandpa. Then my heart leaps and I feel bad for not visiting him. But then I remember. I miss "Hey, Sister."
O man.. I miss him like crazy! I always wait for phone calls or for him to come knocking on our door just to see the kids...I can't even type about the guy without tears in my eyes.
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