Hi everyone! Today is my dad's birthday. I've written a fair amount about him on this blog and still miss him very much. Like my friend Ang and I are fond of saying about men, They don't make that model anymore! Sturdy, reliable, and deeply kind, I owe a lot of my happiness and self-worth to him. I still remember he took me to the library every Saturday morning when I was a child and endured my many long minutes in the stacks, looking for the perfect book on witchcraft or astrology or Cotton Mather's sermons to fill the violet hours. Happy birthday to my dearest dad and happy Friday to all of you. See you tomorrow . . .
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I miss my Dad, too. *hugs* Hard to believe it's been 33 years...
Okay. Is this odd? I'm much more fond of other people's moms and dads than I am of my own. One of my favorite people in the whole world is my wife's mom. If there are angels on earth. Theresa's mom is surely one of them. The glow from her wings warms many hearts. On the other hand, my own mom drives me crazy and causes my heart to grow icicles. She also drives a few other people crazy and she remains totally mystified by her lack of close friends. My father left us when I was three years old and, in spite of regular weekend visits, I've never really known him. I've never met your father but still feel as if I've somehow known him through you. His death and the bizarre circumstance of his death broke my heart at the time you relayed it to me and I, somehow, feel as if I've known him through you. I mourn his death but celebrate his birth and his birthday because it means that you and Beth came into this world because of him and your mom (who, as I do, liked Buffy Sainte-Marie). I'm glad that your heart belongs to Daddy but I'm not sad that my heart doesn't belong to my own Daddy. I'll take Theresa as a million times better and I'll also take friends like you.
Michelle,
I think that remembering the good times you had with your Dad is great...it's so easy to just fall into sadness and depression missing a departed loved one, and while there's always going to be a sense of loss, we have to remember why we miss them so much in the first place.
Hope you have a great weekend...take care! :)
Happy Birthday, Michelle's Daddy.
Hope he came to your dreams and said howdy.
Yeah, I remember my dad too. Sounds like they were cut from the same cloth.
The Dead Father was slaying, in a grove of music and musicians.--The Dead Father
He slew a fagotto player.--D. Barthelme
Michelle, No one can ever take the place of our Daddies. They are our first and best loves. xoxo
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