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[SelenaandAj'smommy]

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Written on Fathers Day 2003

I WILL REMEMBER YOU


I will remember you in my heart and soul, Although now phsyically i must let you go. I remember your eyes filled with love, and strengh for us.

I remember your face, strong and true, frightened by the lines of aging showing thru.Knowing that you have done your job in your life, now there will be no more pain, because of Gods great love.

I remember your hands, working always so hard, to mold us and helping us grow. I remember your words, and all that you said, at the end of the day when you tucked us to bed.

Now as i stand here today, thinking of you, I know in my heart i will truly miss you daddy,

And my live will go on with fond memories of you As you rest, because in my heart you were Gods best.

I love you and miss you daddy!! angel

[Iris]

Christine, I loved that piece of writing, it could also apply to Mothers. I lost my Dad when I was 16, so it has been a long while for me, but I still miss my Mum a whole bunch and that writing would fit her to a tee, thanks and hugs Iris hi hat

[auntiedeb]

grouphug grouphug grouphug What a beautiful writing and a comfort to me it was to read it this morning. I lost my Mom 13 years ago on sep4,1990 and I miss her every day. I still have my dad.Thanks for sharing. Keep on writing and sharing please. Thanks again. angel angel

[Alleycat]

That was very touching. I still have both of my parents, but that is a very special writing for all mothers and fathers. They are angels to us. I really cant imagine life without my mother and father...they mean so much to me and I have become even closer with them since I got married. Im only 20 so I still need them even more in my life at this point. Always take the time to tell your parents you love them, cause we never know when God might take them to be with him. angel Thanks again for sharing !

[ICNDonna]

Both of my parents are gone --- but they are with me every day of my life. I inherited my father's somewhat warped sense of humor and I catch myself saying things just the way he did. And when I look in the mirror, there is my mother (Dad would smile at that one.).


angel
Donna

[patticake]

That is very touching, My dad died about 22 yrs ago from a brain tumor. I miss him a lot. My mom is still with us she is 72 yrs old now and I can't think how hard it will be without her. I talk to her almost everyday, even though she is 600 miles away. Thanks to the internet. I will really miss my father-in-law. even though my husband has been gone for 17 yrs, he and his wife are still my family.If my daughter reads that poem, it will make her cry. She writes some beautiful stuff, too.

[SelenaandAj'smommy]

Thank you all for your replies. It is difficult to lose a parent, and I find myself thinking of my fond memories of my dad. I suppose those will never go away. But I know that now he can really watch over me from above. and protect us. angel

[ICNDonna]

Christine,

Hang onto those fond memories. I miss my parents very much and also sorely miss my brother, but every day I am thankful that those wonderful people were, and are, a part of my life.

kissing
Donna

[auntiedeb]

Christine, I have some good fond memories of my Mom. Every summer on the holidays she used to have a cookout for her family. My aunts and uncles and cousins. I can remeber her baking christmas cookies and cakes and apple pies. Thanks for reminding me of those good memories.

[Dixiefireball]

that was lovely. thank you my mother passed away in dec 88 due to cancer and a doctor telling her it was all in her head boy don't most of us know that feeling but for those doctor mistake i lost my mother when i was 13 she had just turned 41 and that really reminded me of her.

[Brea]

That was really beautiful Christine,I lost my mother in 99 and just lost my sister a few months ago...here is also a beautiful poem that reminds me of them (they both suffered horribly) and of course I didn't write it(not that talented)but know those of you that has lost a close loved one can relate to it

God looked around his garden
and he saw an empty place,He
looked down from heaven and saw
your tired face.

He put his arms around you and
lifted you to rest. God's garden must be
beautiful,he always takes the best.

He knew you were suffering.
He knew you were in pain.He knew
that you would never get well on
Earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough,
and the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids,
and whispered peace be thine.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you didn't go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.....Brea

[patticake]

This is a story my daughter wrote a few years ago. If you cry easily you might want to skip it.
but I think it is very touching. Sorry it is so long.
"Going home," to some people, means to where they live. It means two places to me. It is in Portland, where I spent my teenage years, with my mom. It is also west Tennessee, where my Dad is. On Father's Day, I went back to that home. Returning to where I spent most of my childhood brought back a lot of memories. A rush of warm, funny, and comforting memories came back to me, as well as the biting chill of loss. I wasn't really sure of the reception I would receive when I arrived. It had been seven years since I had come to see Daddy. I'd been too busy, hadn't had a dependable car, all the other reasons{excuses} that children come up with. Daddy and I always had our differences. Mom said that it was because were both hard-headed. I had a horrible tight, overwhelming feeling of quilt and nervousness in my stomach, the entire ride down there. The weather matched my emotions, dark and gloomy, but the rain never fell. Just as I reached the exit, the sun peeked through. My brother cracked a long-forgotten joke, bringing back a flood of memories. That silly joke, told too many times, by our father, was like a dam that had broken. There were a flood of memories that just kept pouring out. That's where we used to fish; that's where Uncle Doug used to live. There is where Frank's store was. The landscape hasn't really changed much; a few new houses; some old ones missing. It is strange how things can change, yet stay the same. The old swimming hole looked much smaller than I had remembered, but the trees were just as green and the water just as blue. We turned up that little one lane road leading to Daddy's. The sun had come out fully,hot and bright. The canopy of trees over the road made it a painting from some great artist. It was a gray ribbon, winding through someone's dream of the perfect summer day in the country. I'd forgotten how beautiful that it is. There were wildflowers all along the sides of the road, a ribbon lined with rainbows. We turned down the orange-gravel driveway, past the picturesuqe sawmill. My mind raced ahead to the spring cave, where we kept butter and cream in the summer. That cool air would feel so wonderful whenever we were sent to fetch milk. Mom knew that it would take an hour, at least, for one of us to come back when she sent us. I still think she sent us way before she actually needed it. The driveway still looked the same, rutted and as long as winter. We were nearing the gate, and as always, my brother and I argued over who would open it. I opened the rickety, old rusty gate and remembered to latch back so the cows didn't get out. That lesson had been tattooed into my brain, after several times chasing cows back in, due to forgetting, Things hadn't changed much, back in the woods. Daddy always loved it back there. I, at fourteen, hated it, It was too far from my friends, no phone, those reasons were lost to me now. I would've had a much better appreciation of it then, if only I had seen it through my Dad's eyes. I did finally see it, as we parked the car. Rolling hills on all sides, green with alfalfa and gold with winter wheat, seemed to stretch to the edges of the earth from that spot. In the back, were all the woods, reaching as far as the eye could see. The waterfall seemed smaller, but still crystal clear and more refreshing than anything you could buy. The logs for my cabin had begun to rot, still where I had last seen them. Daddy and I were going to build my house out of those. I wiped a tear from my eye, telling my brother that it was just dust. "Ready to go up?" I asked. "No, not really but we're here, so let's go." We walked up that familiar trail, carrying the flowers that we had brought. "I can't do this," said my brother, as he disappeared to the car. Balancing the flowers, hoe, potting soil, and a weed-eater; I hiked the rest of the way up the hill. Finally reaching the gate, I sat everything down, I had to wrestle with the chain-link and pipe monster to get it poen. Walking through the gate, I whispered,"Hi, Daddy, Happy Father's Day, I Love You." I then set to work cleaning and planting the flowers around his tombstone............ written by Jeanna Spain 1998

[Iris]

Hi Patticake, that was so so beautiful, your daughter writes really well, so descriptive and it really touched my heart. Many thanks for posting, hugs Iris hi grouphug