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I was trying to talk to Taylor the other night and give her some wisdom that you taught me.  I don't think either one of us knew it was being taught at the time but it sank in and thank God I am able to relate it to my children. When I was young I use to take for granted all the great things you and mom did for me, the sacrifices you made, the time you spent with us, the trips we went on, the family dinners we had each night, the wisdom, the guidance, the advice.  All I seemed to soak in at the time were the things that went wrong in our house.  But after becoming an adult and really experiencing life, its ups, its down, its pressures, its stress, its disappointments I was astonished at what I realized. Life is full of twists and turns and you never know where it will take you next. And I started to realize that no matter where the road of life took me, I always had a safe place to land with my family. That no matter what I did wrong, no matter how many mistakes I made, my family was there for me. And for the first time I really realized what family truly means. It's not about the bad times, the hard times, the disappoints, it's about having a bond that nothing can break. It's about realizing that your family is sacred and a gift from God. By watching my parents go through everything that they struggled with--from finances, to ex's, to raising kids, to work stresses all the way to us all coming together and being there for my dad as he struggled with cancer--it taught me about the kind of person I strive to become and my family's unit I strive to emulate with my husband and children. So sometimes parents don't realize that even though they make mistakes and everything might not always be perfect, they are making an impression on their children and changing their impression of love and the bond of family which in the end is what God's calling is for each of us. And my family's bond is so strong that my dad's wisdom and teachings live on inside me even though he's gone. He may not have known that he was teaching me the greatest lesson in life but I do. Dad, I get it now, I get it. You did a great job!

8-03-2003

To:  All of My Grandbabies

From:  Poppa

 

I was doing my usual and watching TV the other night and needed to relieve my old self.  I went into the  guest bathroom to urinate.  As usual, I looked in the tub and saw all of the wee animals that you all have loved over the past few years.  A bath was a real treat to all of you babies.

 

That made me want to write this note to each of you: Laken, Taylor and Gracie~

I love you all so very much.  You will be very old when you really understand the love between a grandfather and his grandbabies.  You really can't realize this, because when your parents were children, I was not mature enough to realize just how much little ones meant to me.

 

Enough said~~You grandbabies have meant everything to me, and I will love you forever~~and I really do mean FOREVER.

 

                                                      Love always,

                                                      Poppa

Remembrance            May 26, 2008-May 26, 2009
You can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile because he has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that he’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see he has left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember him and only that he’s gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what he’d want, smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
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In memory of my beloved husband on this one year anniversary of his death.  He is gone but certainly not forgotten by all of us who loved him.

Another April Fool's day passed by and with all the jokes everyone was playing it reminded me of several jokes I played on my dad--including the time I put Vaseline on his dressing room door handle and his bedroom door handle and waited.  Well there he came--he went to the first one, tried to turn it and yelled . . "Damn it" but what was so bad is that he immediately went to the other one door and tried it!!  Once again, "Damn it" and then, "Layna!!"  I laughed so hard I thought I would die! And the funny part too is that recently I was telling that story to mom and she said, "yeah after he tried to turn the knob he probably smelled his hand." And he was a bit of a jokester himself--especially going around with his infamous fart machine!  My dad thought a fart was the funniest thing in the world! He use to tell me when I was little, "did you hear that barking spider."  That was my dad--funny!