You are all so wonderful to me. Everytime I read a new comment, I feel a little more supported and lifted up to face what has happened and what is to come.
Help me out today. Tell me stories – tell me daddy stories or stories about people you loved who died. Tell stories in the comments, blog your stories and leave me a link so I can find your story.
The best part of a funeral is always in the empty times when the family starts telling the stories. In?Ǭ† my case, I’m sure that as the flasks are tilted the stories will just get better and better.
Tell me a story, my friends. Please.
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flutter
My grandaddy died when I was in highschool. He was a big, strong man with a beautiful voice and a strong ethic.
He died quietly and with dignity and took my grandmother’s heart right along with him. She spent the next 17 years waiting to go and be with her billy. He still comes and talks to me in my dreams, so it’s like I have him with me still…
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Ewokmama
When I think of my father’s death I remember the smell of bacon. When I awoke that morning I wondered why my mom hadn’t gotten me up for school. I had slept in and the sun was shining. I wandered into the kitchen where my mom was cooking bacon and eggs while my brother and sister sat at the kitchen table. I learned my father had died through a message left on the answering machine by my step-mom. My dad was 30 when he passed away. My step-mom, the same age and responsible for their 3 year old, wore a short, tight black/red dress that that she bought at Frederick’s of Hollywood. My dad’s family was shocked at her choice of clothing. At least it got their minds off the sadness for a moment.
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RC
I lost my G’pa (grandpa) just a year prior to the due date of Little Dude.
He was so important to me and I wish I could have a picture of him holding my Little Dude.
That being said, we strongly believed he and G’pa passed each other, on their way to their destinations. I think it is a special coincidence that his due date was a year to the day of G’pa’s fatal stroke, even though he arrived early.
And, every once in a while, I see that twinkle in Little Dude’s eyes that reminds me of G’pa. Not to mention the stubborn look he gets occasionally.
I’m comforted when I look at my son, as even though he doesn’t look like my G’pa, I can see my G’pa in him.
Take care.
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Sunshine
I’m sending you links to 2 posts about my dad. The last one, though, is the best because when he and my stepmom were on a flight that had to make an emergency landing, he TOOK A NAP!
My dad’s not perfect, but he’s the only one I’ve got. You’ll see, and I’m still huggin you.
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bfmomma
Here’s a post I wrote almost a year ago, about my dad:
http://bfmomma.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-dad.html
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Anglophile Football Fanatic
My mom’s dad died when I was three. I don’t have many memories of him, but I will never forget watching Hee Haw with him every week when we saw him for dinner.
Here’s an uplifting one: My grandmother (dad’s mom) lost her mom when she was very young. Her father did something rather unthinkable in those days (1920s) & raised his three girls by himself and refused to remarry to find them a mom – he said he loved his wife. When he was very old (90+) he moved in with my grandmother for several years. One day, he kept calling out, “Annie is here. She’s come to get me. Thank you God for answering my prayer. Annie has come to get me.” My grandmother thought he was senile. But, he died that day. His wife’s name was Annie.
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VE
My grandfather once drove from Portland, OR down to the Mojave desert in California, about a 17 hour drive one way, just to pick me and my car up because we were stranded there without money. I was in College and on spring break when my engine died in the middle of the desert and the psuedo town I was stuck in wanted twice the amount of money for a new engine. He rented an auto trailer and drove down to pick us up and drove all the way back home. There was no WAY a member of his family was going to pay more than was necessary for something.
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Julie
Betta, my grandma, was always crocheting. She traveled with hook and yarn, made dozens of Christmas ornaments — both 3D angels and crocheted covers for balls. She made a beautiful and amazing and intricate tablecloth for each grandchild for a wedding present.
I learned to crochet by watching what she did, mentally switching hands since she was right-handed and I am left-handed. I have no where near her patience and skill, but it’s the craft I choose when we have long car rides, because it is very portable.
She is the only grandparent I really knew — the others died either before I was born or when I was very young. We learned some life skills from her — like how to entertain yourself when you are trapped in a small town in Wisconsin with absolutely nothing of interest. And to always check the expiration date on boxes of cereal…
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the planet of janet
i afraid i don’t have a good story for you today, hon. just hugs.
although today’s post does deal with what my poor little roo-girl went through when her dad died when she was 3 — and how i could comfort her. i don’t know if it helps, but it’s heartfelt….
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the planet of janet
even tho it says fun monday, it’s not really. heh.
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witchypoo
My mom was always making fun of people, me included. I still hear her laughing at me, even though she died two years ago. I made fun of her all the time too. It was our way. I spoke to a friend of hers today that I hadn’t seen for ages, and she told me how proud mom was of me. I feel you, darlin. It’s been two years, and right now, I’m a real snotbag.
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The Other Dawn
You know how in Steel Magnolias Truvy says, “laughter through tears is my favorite emotion?” I left you a doozy of a post about my dad after reading your guest post today.
I lost my grandpa, the person I loved best in this world aside from my own parents, when I was ten. I swear I can feel him looking over my shoulder every time something great happens. He was there when my kids were born. When I graduated and married. I still miss him like crazy. I spent my angst-y years wondering what would have happened if he had not passed. Bu I know that he is there.
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Mary Alice
Hi Dawn…
You’ve probably already read all of the posts I have done on my Dad, but just in case here are three: You are in thoughts and in my heart. Take care.
http://fromthefrontlines.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day-daddy.html
http://fromthefrontlines.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-to-parents-ears.html
http://fromthefrontlines.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-father-of-beatniks.html
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liv
My Dad and I were really close when I was small. Somewhere along the way, and through the interference of my mother, we grew apart. Two years ago, we spent a weekend cleaning out a storage unit of his mother’s. We laughed, we cried, we drank wine, and we talked about the important things. I looked up at the end of the weekend and realized that it was probably the only time in my life that I got that much solo time with him. At 29 years old, the first time that I saw him for the person who he really is. And, that he saw me as both a child and a mother. btw, i didn’t realize how often i had done “dad” posts. here are some links:
http://madnessmadnessisay.blogspot.com/2007/08/loss.html
http://madnessmadnessisay.blogspot.com/2007/01/picture-this.html
http://madnessmadnessisay.blogspot.com/2006/11/exhaustion.html
((hugs))
missdv
A story (well really a remembrance) of my mum.
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Loralee
I’m not even sure how to sum this up, so I’ll just leave a link.
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Ree
Love you honey. {{hugs}}
My favorite person in the world:
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Sleeping Mommy
Like you, I think the best time dealing with funerals is the stories everyone shares. It’s comforting. When my grandpa died last year I was there in the hospital along with many of the women of my family. The stories started there around his body. My grandfather’s passing and funeral was both mourned and celebrated because of the stories. We laughed and we cried. It was wonderful in a way. And in a way it helped me heal some, from losing my dad the way I did.
Here are some links about my losses. I think you have read my dad’s so don’t feel you need to go there. It’s a bit much for most people, and I think I drive people away from my blog everytime I post the link and they visit it.
But definitely visit the second one about my grandpa. He was a second daddy to me. And it’s been nearly a year to the day now, since he passed.
http://sleepingmommy.com/?p=257 (dad’s death)
http://sleepingmommy.com/2007/04/07/saying-goodbye/ (grandpa’s death)
I’m thinking about you and sending you and your family lots of prayers during this time.
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Cindy Lietz, Polymer Clay Girl
When my Dad dies, which I hope is not for many years yet, I will remember the way his eyes sparkled and how he was always game to do something fun. I will remember the times we went fishing and that quiet way he had of communicating without having to say a word. I will remember how ‘riled up’ he would get over some silly issue and how he said he would always be there for me. My Dad holds a very large chunk of my heart, which he will hold for as long as I live.
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LSM
Still thinking of you!
http://somewhereinthesuburbs.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/papa/
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Blogversary
I lost my best friend when I was 18 years old. It was the saddest event ever in my life and the stories are wonderful.
I still feel his warmth and laughter in my life. I still can conjure up that sadness and loss at a moment’s notice upon hearing the news.
I can still recall not wanting to leave the funeral home because seeing him in a casket was better than not seeing him at all. I can still remember what it felt like to touch his still chest.
My thoughts are with you.
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Kelley
Sunday I held my Daddy while he tried not to cry. We buried his mother.
He was so fragile it broke my heart.
I can hold you up too. Just say the word babe.
Veronica
Oh sweetie, you know my Pop died about 6 weeks ago. I am missing Pop most now that I have my own property to plant things on. I wander around and plan what I want to plant and where and I know that he would have had lots of good advice for us, not to mention actually growing alot of the plants for me.
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Tiffany
Sorry darlin’ I am bare tonight but if you go to my blog tomorrow I’ll be celebrating William’s birthday.
Once a baby dies life and death just doesn’t seem the same.
I still feel numb when I think about my own father’s death… and we were not so close. I am thinking of you.
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frogpondsrock
My grandfather died in February this year. When Veronica and David and I were working out what clothes would be suitable to wear to the funeral.
I heard Pop’s voice very clearly say to me, ” Anything will do Kimmy just don’t wear a hanky on your head…”
I told the children that and we smiled. ( and cried)
During the eulogy my uncle told of Pop wearing a Handkerchief ‘knotted at the corners’ on his head in the summertime.. Veronica and David and my eyes met and we smiled…
I think that will now become one of those silly family phrases..
What will I wear???
Anything as long as it isn’t a hanky on your head…
Love and Hugs to you Sweetheart…
Kim xxx
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Cricket
I was gone for a week, had a hard time catching up on blog reading. I’m so glad I read yours today – from morning self portraits to baby and family pictures. I missed a cool couple of weeks.
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magpie
I wish I had a good story for you. I don’t though. But I’m thinking of you.
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Nanci
I have been spending the last two weeks helping my friend and her kids who lost their father/husband in a tragic accident. Family & friends come together to help everyone. It’s been a sad time for our entire community and I am so sorry you have gone through that yourself. I hope that you have a large family (it seems to have a lot of really good friends) to help each other get through this time. You’re in my thoughts and prayers. Keep his memory alive with pictures and stories for your son . Take care…
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Kristen
I was thinking of you last night as my kids all gathered around my Dad to listen to a story and I had to take a photo just in case. I was thinking of you as I kissed him goodbye at the airport this morning and I tried to show him how very much I love him by putting it all in my eyes.
When our baby died in 2002 the greatest comfort I had was in imagining God picking me up in his arms like a Daddy and placing my girl in my arms to hold. I envisioned this every night as I went to bed, this was the only way I could sleep. And whenever I need comfort, I know He will pick me up in His arms as if I were a babe and comfort me with perfect comfort.
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the fruitfemme
Thinking so much about you. This is my “grief is part of life” poem that has helped me. I hope it helps you. It is by Lucille Clifton. Much love to you. . .the ff
the lesson of the falling leaves
the leaves believe
such letting go is love
such love is faith
such faith is grace
such grace is god
i agree with the leaves
A Whole Lot of Nothing
I have a little story of a little lay-day who spends every waking and non-waking hour on the compy.
She waits and waits for lay-day friends to chat with and along came a little lay-day friend blogger through another lay-day blogger.
And then, they were online IM blogging chatty lay-day friends.
Miss you and hope you’re doing well.
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Margaret
I’m sorry I haven’t stopped in.
Hugs to you.
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