I can hardly believe my cute daddy would be 75. That is a big number. It makes me ache to think about how much I miss his voice. I cried at the concert I attended when they sang Shenandoah. I always cry at that one and at When you walk in the rain hold your head up high. He sang them both in his mixed chorus in High School at South High. He loved those songs. One of me good friends sang them at his funeral. Death is not a big bunch of fun. I was talking about my dad the other day to someone who said "to bad he smoked and drank and that it had killed him". Scott and I smiled. Dad died from his kidneys failing. His kidneys failed from his heart being enlarged. His heart was enlarged from his sleep apnea. He snored like a bear. For all my life he snored so loud it disturbed all our sleep. When the doctors told us "he died from lack of oxygen over the years" I could hardly believe that snoring could cause
death. Since my best friends dad had a stroke from the same thing... Breathing is vital to life- if you know a snorer-- please have them go get a sleep study. If he would have done it even 5 years earlier than he had he would be having a 75 with us. My dad quit smoking when I turned 3, I can remember the last time he went out to the car port to smoke. Then he just cold turkey quit. He let me help him throw away the last of the boxes. He had not been drinking or smoking for over 25 years before he died. I can't really blame the person because they did not know him. It is hard to know someone who does not live close by and that you see often. It doesn't mean you don't love them, it just makes it harder to really know them or see changes in them. I was blessed to witness mighty changes in my dad, my self, and my husband. Christ can truly change us if we let him. He would have loved to have all of us together, having a BBQ, going fishing, or eating at one of his favorite places like the Italian Village. He would have complained about money, teased Anthony, gave me a wet kiss on the check (I used to hate the wet kisses- what I would give for one now), sing my mom a song and trouble her about her closet, harassed Aunt Sue, called Kelly to remind him that it was his day first, and then sang Happy Birthday to himself. I know I will see my dad again someday, but waiting is not fun. OH how I miss him. Happy Birthday Daddy!
I can hardly believe my cute daddy would be 75. That is a big number. It makes me ache to think about how much I miss his voice. I cried at the concert I attended when they sang Shenandoah. I always cry at that one and at When you walk in the rain hold your head up high. He sang them both in his mixed chorus in High School at South High. He loved those songs. One of me good friends sang them at his funeral. Death is not a big bunch of fun. I was talking about my dad the other day to someone who said "to bad he smoked and drank and that it had killed him". Scott and I smiled. Dad died from his kidneys failing. His kidneys failed from his heart being enlarged. His heart was enlarged from his sleep apnea. He snored like a bear. For all my life he snored so loud it disturbed all our sleep. When the doctors told us "he died from lack of oxygen over the years" I could hardly believe that snoring could cause
death. Since my best friends dad had a stroke from the same thing... Breathing is vital to life- if you know a snorer-- please have them go get a sleep study. If he would have done it even 5 years earlier than he had he would be having a 75 with us. My dad quit smoking when I turned 3, I can remember the last time he went out to the car port to smoke. Then he just cold turkey quit. He let me help him throw away the last of the boxes. He had not been drinking or smoking for over 25 years before he died. I can't really blame the person because they did not know him. It is hard to know someone who does not live close by and that you see often. It doesn't mean you don't love them, it just makes it harder to really know them or see changes in them. I was blessed to witness mighty changes in my dad, my self, and my husband. Christ can truly change us if we let him. He would have loved to have all of us together, having a BBQ, going fishing, or eating at one of his favorite places like the Italian Village. He would have complained about money, teased Anthony, gave me a wet kiss on the check (I used to hate the wet kisses- what I would give for one now), sing my mom a song and trouble her about her closet, harassed Aunt Sue, called Kelly to remind him that it was his day first, and then sang Happy Birthday to himself. I know I will see my dad again someday, but waiting is not fun. OH how I miss him. Happy Birthday Daddy!
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I understand what you mean about how waiting is not fun. My daddy passed away in 99'. I misssss him! :) Anyway that picture of you two is awesome.
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Oh Missy, I know what you mean about how waiting is not fun too. I wish your Dad was still here too. Well I can say that I also witnessed mighty changes in your Dad. You know how we were scared of eachother's Dad's when we were kids... well I always remember how the last several years before your Dad passed, he really changed and I looked forward to seeing him and chatting when I would come over to your house. One day, we will all be together again in the end (that saying is printed on Brian's headstone). But it is so true, we will.....!
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