Your Dad's eyes said so much. They are beautiful. My Dad fought to breathe at the end of his last battle. He endured pulmonary fibrosis from years of working on the tarmac at Kennedy Airport in NYC, working hard to keep his family fed and clothed. When he was almost finished with his earth walk, I told him that he was my hero. He only laughed quietly. He was a WW2 soldier who never told us he was in the Battle of the Bulge or that he had all these medals until we found them in an old trunk. He was one in a million. We shall see him again, he was never "lost". We can start rejoicing even now!
Oh Teri :( I had some tears reading this. Just wow. What a beautiful father you had. A true hero to his family and probably to many that you don't know about. One in a million is a great way to describe him. You will see him again and it will be so beautiful. This is how I feel about my dad. I look forward to the day, and in the meantime, take the life lessons with me as I pursue living for heaven, one shaky step, perfectly imperfect, at a time. oxox
My brave soldier who I will forever miss until we meet again. I am so grateful for the time we had, almost 64 years of marriage and almost 69 years from the day we first met and that photo of him was just how he looked when I first saw him on the red number 8 London bus. Tall, red hair, blue eyes and my heart stood still.
He truly was. You will see him again mom and it will be perfect, just like it was when you were young together. I love that picture of dad. So handsome. Hard to believe at such a young age he made a radical change and brought us to America. I love you mom. ox
Fathers day again:-(. Such a hard day for the fatherless. Especially if you have good loving memories, I was trying to not think about it today but no such luck. Love the poem. It is so moving. I pray that while you miss your Dad, you will always remember the good memories you have. And tell John he is NOT allowed to go anywhere. The world needs his musical talents as much as his family needs him. Love you my sweet friend, {{{{{Big Hugs}}}} oxoxox
Dear Friend, you know? it's weird but as the years go by I find myself reflecting with such great joy after so much grief and I know that is all a gift from God. I know you understand for all you have just been through and have gone through in you life. What an amazing God to give us joy and comfort as we look back at our family. Of course there are always the days He gives us to grieve and often deeply. I get them now and again for sure. and... NO John cannot go anywhere! He's got too much spit-fire in him (which can be a worry! like on that bike!), but he's a fighter and we do need him around. Constant inspiration, even if I do have to remind him to "be gentle" at times! lol. Love you. oxox
Such a fitting poem for such the brave soldier ❤ ...beautiful Deb 🙌
We miss him. Love you Adam. Thank you. ox
Your Dad's eyes said so much. They are beautiful. My Dad fought to breathe at the end of his last battle. He endured pulmonary fibrosis from years of working on the tarmac at Kennedy Airport in NYC, working hard to keep his family fed and clothed. When he was almost finished with his earth walk, I told him that he was my hero. He only laughed quietly. He was a WW2 soldier who never told us he was in the Battle of the Bulge or that he had all these medals until we found them in an old trunk. He was one in a million. We shall see him again, he was never "lost". We can start rejoicing even now!
Oh Teri :( I had some tears reading this. Just wow. What a beautiful father you had. A true hero to his family and probably to many that you don't know about. One in a million is a great way to describe him. You will see him again and it will be so beautiful. This is how I feel about my dad. I look forward to the day, and in the meantime, take the life lessons with me as I pursue living for heaven, one shaky step, perfectly imperfect, at a time. oxox
My brave soldier who I will forever miss until we meet again. I am so grateful for the time we had, almost 64 years of marriage and almost 69 years from the day we first met and that photo of him was just how he looked when I first saw him on the red number 8 London bus. Tall, red hair, blue eyes and my heart stood still.
He truly was. You will see him again mom and it will be perfect, just like it was when you were young together. I love that picture of dad. So handsome. Hard to believe at such a young age he made a radical change and brought us to America. I love you mom. ox
Fathers day again:-(. Such a hard day for the fatherless. Especially if you have good loving memories, I was trying to not think about it today but no such luck. Love the poem. It is so moving. I pray that while you miss your Dad, you will always remember the good memories you have. And tell John he is NOT allowed to go anywhere. The world needs his musical talents as much as his family needs him. Love you my sweet friend, {{{{{Big Hugs}}}} oxoxox
Dear Friend, you know? it's weird but as the years go by I find myself reflecting with such great joy after so much grief and I know that is all a gift from God. I know you understand for all you have just been through and have gone through in you life. What an amazing God to give us joy and comfort as we look back at our family. Of course there are always the days He gives us to grieve and often deeply. I get them now and again for sure. and... NO John cannot go anywhere! He's got too much spit-fire in him (which can be a worry! like on that bike!), but he's a fighter and we do need him around. Constant inspiration, even if I do have to remind him to "be gentle" at times! lol. Love you. oxox