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[room onthebroom]

I love this picture of my dad. 17mos & my second Fathers Day with out him. We obviously celebrate DH (who is an amazing father) but the holiday is definitely not the same without your own dad.

 

[WVduckchick]

I love this picture of my dad. 17mos & my second Fathers Day with out him. We obviously celebrate DH (who is an amazing father) but the holiday is definitely not the same without your own dad.
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[Alaskan]

When I was little my grandma used to make chocolate covered grasshoppers. She always swore they were real grasshoppers. We thought she was kidding until we got older & got to knew her better... Now I'm not so sure. This is the same woman who told us we couldn't get another piece of KFC until we ate the bones of the first piece.

Dang!!! Now I am super curious!!

There isn't someone that you could ask?

I love this picture of my dad. 17mos & my second Fathers Day with out him. We obviously celebrate DH (who is an amazing father) but the holiday is definitely not the same without your own dad.
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Yep...

First without my dad. His 1 year anniversary is this coming Friday.

 

[bobbi-j]

I’m late to the party, but I would also like to wish the Pond Dads a Happy Father’s Day.

Starting week 2 of Camp, so I won’t be around much.

 

[room onthebroom]

Dang!!! Now I am super curious!!

There isn't someone that you could ask?


Yep...

First without my dad. His 1 year anniversary is this coming Friday.

Not really anyone left to ask. When we asked my mom years ago she just rolled her eyes & said, "I wouldn't doubt it." I still have an aunt on that side of the family but she refuses to talk about history of any kind. Good, bad, or funny, "Its all in the past & it doesn't matter." Its infuriating! Shes blocked it all so long, you cant even ask her simple genealogical questions like her grandfathers name. She swears she doesn't remember.

I knew this was going to be your 1st year without your dad. Is your mom still there? We put this poem on my dads grave marker. He loved this one & used it often. I'm sure you've heard it a thousand times.


I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze,
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch her until she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!”
Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side,
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of her destination.
Her diminished size is in me, and not in her.

And just at the moment
when someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!”
there are other eyes that are watching for her coming;
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
“There she comes!”

 

[BYC910]

I have a confession to make . This day was just like all the rest . The sun came up the sun went down .I fed the goats chickens just like every other day . Just sitting here feeling sorry for myself again .There just isn't any more room . No matter how hard I try , they just isn't any more room I begged them please I said over and over .there just isn't any more room . So I guess the whole second rack of ribs just will have to end up left overs . And they just won't put the ribs away and there just isn't any more room . It's times like these when I wish I was as big as Hoss Cartwright Instead of lil ole me DD did dinner and it was awesome .I spent the afternoon cleaning fence row Yep just like most any other day . I know it's going to cost me I just don't now how much Hope the rest of you Dads scored as good as me .

 

[room onthebroom]

I have a confession to make . This day was just like all the rest . The sun came up the sun went down .I fed the goats chickens just like every other day . Just sitting here feeling sorry for myself again .There just isn't any more room . No matter how hard I try , they just isn't any more room I begged them please I said over and over .there just isn't any more room . So I guess the whole second rack of ribs just will have to end up left overs . And they just won't put the ribs away and there just isn't any more room . It's times like these when I wish I was as big as Hoss Cartwright Instead of lil ole me DD did dinner and it was awesome .I spent the afternoon cleaning fence row Yep just like most any other day . I know it's going to cost me I just don't now how much Hope the rest of you Dads scored as good as me .

Trust me K, you can always make room.

 

[BYC910]

Not really anyone left to ask. When we asked my mom years ago she just rolled her eyes & said, "I wouldn't doubt it." I still have an aunt on that side of the family but she refuses to talk about history of any kind. Good, bad, or funny, "Its all in the past & it doesn't matter." Its infuriating! Shes blocked it all so long, you cant even ask her simple genealogical questions like her grandfathers name. She swears she doesn't remember.

I knew this was going to be your 1st year without your dad. Is your mom still there? We put this poem on my dads grave marker. He loved this one & used it often. I'm sure you've heard it a thousand times.


I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze,
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch her until she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!”
Gone where? Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side,
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of her destination.
Her diminished size is in me, and not in her.

And just at the moment
when someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!”
there are other eyes that are watching for her coming;
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
“There she comes!”

Can't say I've read that before . I can see the sails bellow in the breeze and the sun sparkle on the waves . Brings back good memories. Just to stand on the rail and hold the mast stays again as the blue south Pacific slides past the polished rails. To see the captain at the helm, grasping the wheel with weathered hands of a true sailor . It makes me miss the captain . Our Captain Ron fearless adventurer . Brother friend confidant . As long as you recite his poems remember how much you loved him, and how much he loved you he will always be there , Sometimes in a laugh sometimes in a smile and sometimes in a tear, but he will always be with you . If you have never seen it, Get a copy of Secondhand Lions. Robert Duvall and Michael Caine . You'll find the answer your looking for to grandmas grasshoppers . And I said I wouldn't shed a tear today .

 

[room onthebroom]

Can't say I've read that before . I can see the sails bellow in the breeze and the sun sparkle on the waves . Brings back good memories. Just to stand on the rail and hold the mast stays again as the blue south Pacific slides past the polished rails. To see the captain at the helm, grasping the wheel with weathered hands of a true sailor . It makes me mish the captain . Our Captain Ron fearless adventurer . Brother friend confidant . As long as you recite his poems remember how much you loved him, and how much he loved you he will always be there , Sometimes in a laugh sometimes in a smile and sometimes in a tear, but he will always be with you . If you have never seen it, Get a copy of Secondhand Lions. Robert Duvall and Michael Caine . You'll find the answer your looking for to grandmas grasshoppers . And I said I wouldn't shed a tear today .

When I read this I can almost smell the salty air & taste the crunchy chocolatey bugs.
My dad didn't actually write that, but it was his favorite poem & over the years he had read it to a lot of people. He also loved Clair de Lune. Two of many things that make me think of him.

I've never watched that movie because I figured it would be sad, but now I'm curious. I'll be a brave girl, grab a box of tissue & watch it.

 

[BYC910]

When I read this I can almost smell the salty air & taste the crunchy chocolatey bugs.
My dad didn't actually write that, but it was his favorite poem & over the years he had read it to a lot of people. He also loved Clair de Lune. Two of many things that make me think of him.

I've never watched that movie because I figured it would be sad, but now I'm curious. I'll be a brave girl, grab a box of tissue & watch it.

I know right ,brother Ron was what the old timers called well read . Many of the poems I quote were his favorites . I don't know why some old timers just don't like the past . Maybe they find it painful . You watch the movie . It has sad parts ,but I wouldn't call it a tear jerker by any means .It has very funny parts . I have watched it many times with DW . Mostly because it helps me to sleep .I have a few of those old movies . I can watch Quigley Down under and be asleep before the ship docks . Had a friend that crewed on a schooner like that . Wanted to sail on that boat so bad . Didn't get to It is my go to place . The thought I focus on when my mind needs to be somewhere else . You deal with what life gives you . It helps to be able to escape reality every once in a while