tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392119.post7137688804117249951..comments2023-10-25T03:24:19.388-07:00Comments on Further Adventures of Indigo Red: Remembering My DadIndigo Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07488424336985581412noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392119.post-52000037675069501292008-09-28T14:08:00.000-07:002008-09-28T14:08:00.000-07:00Dear Brother, You are not alone in your loss. Nor...Dear Brother, <BR/>You are not alone in your loss. Nor are you alone in feeling dad's presense, or hearing his voice. <BR/>Dad has not left us alone.<BR/><BR/>Our sister, well, she is having personal turmoil in dealing with dad's death. She holds onto blame.... what more could she have done, she shouldn't have served chili for dinner, she should have/could have.... We talked for 3 hours yesterday. I hope I made a difference.<BR/><BR/>We all are dealing with the anniversary of dad's death. My youngest daughter came home for a visit. We spent quality time together. We have learned the lesson of 'gone too soon'.<BR/><BR/>Brother, dad is with us every day. He helped to form our minds, our bodies, our thoughts and beliefs. He gave us the gift of conversation and the written word. <BR/><BR/>In his honor I did simple things that gave me simple pleasures. I spent time with my family. I remember him, the good and bad of him, and know that every moment with him was a gift. Why do we only realize that about a person when they are gone?<BR/><BR/>So, next time you are up north, lets do coffee, or an Irish Soda. Lets converse and learn something about each other. Lets savor the time and make some memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392119.post-10073155515751528062008-09-28T10:37:00.000-07:002008-09-28T10:37:00.000-07:00Thanks, Don. I know I'm not alone and I can share ...Thanks, Don. I know I'm not alone and I can share my life here with hundreds of people all of whom know what I feel without having to try describing something cannot be described.Indigo Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17906787350123925867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12392119.post-41362486957440284162008-09-28T02:57:00.000-07:002008-09-28T02:57:00.000-07:00Indi, a year after my Mom died we had some folks o...Indi, a year after my Mom died we had some folks over for Thanksgiving dinner. We were having a good time and all of a sudden I had to leave the room and broke down bawling like a school girl. It took me quite a while to realize what was happening. Finally it dawned on me how much my mother and I had enjoyed that particular holiday. So trust me that someone knows whaqt you are talking about. DonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com