I missed the anniversary of my dad's death by a few days. I didn't remember until I started catching up on my blog reading today saw that both my brother and sister had posted about it. I felt awful at first. And then I felt a little proud of myself that I've healed that much. It only took me 16 years.
As I looked at the picture of his tombstone that my brother somehow got someone back in Michigan to take, it made me laugh. My dad was always the prankster, always making everyone around him laugh. So of course his tombstone would have to have one last joke on it.
And then I started to cry. Because after 16 years, I still miss you, Dad. Like it was yesterday.
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HUGS!!
OH...even though it's a sad topic...I'm happy you had a wonderful dad! I didn't get that blessing....oh well!
Having your Dad gone sucks no matter how many years go by.....
Sending love and hugs your way!
That is an epic tombstone. He must have been a great guy.
Hugs from here.
we love you Ari. and I love that old picture too.
Hilarious headstone. It sounds like he was a great dad.
My heart goes out to you, hon!
I am sorry :( But that headstone really does make me smile. I bet we would have gotten along great - me and your dad :)
My mother died in early September 9 years ago and I get "feeling proud" that the day managed to pass by without me in bed mourning or eating a whole bag of oreos. Hugs. I really do believe families are eternal.
I've never seen that picture of the three of you before! I wish I had gotten to meet your dad.
Hey! How cool is that for all the bedding to be lime (spring) green and white?! How totally IN for being (what?) 30 years ago! (Saturday morning in bed!)
Yes, Daddy Jim would have liked all your friends. He really had a special way with little girls. And YOU were his favorite!
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Awww! >~:)~<
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