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birthday +1 missing Dad
Ditch-Runner
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tomorrow is my birthday and I am doing a give away see my other post .
this post is in memory of my dad he passed away in 2001 one day after my birthday . he never went to school could not read or write mom taught him to sign his name , but common sense and carpentry he was on top of his game different time and place than now that's for sure .
March 28 2001 he left us . we knew along with him he had little time left , He fought cancer for years until they told him maybe 1 year to live that's it .
while he was able I took him back to Tennessee, I helped hunt up old friends he had not seen in 30 - 40 - 50 years and some old family members also most I had never known.
His time and health moved on quickly going down hill. I did get to tell him how much I loved him and all the things we shared when I was a kid , we even worked together several years on construction jobs . First time in my life I had told him that . He was being so brave in the face of death I'm not sure I could have done it . ( I know no religion discussions on here but this is border line) , I am not so religious myself, my dad was so-so several months before he left us he met with the pastor of the church my mom went to and was "saved" for lack of better words , up to that point he was very restless ,nervous and sleepless , however I guess who would not be facing the end of your mortal life . He stopped by my house while he was still doing Ok , He told me the story about mom and the church , said he was going to a better place even pointed skyward , he was as calm as I had ever seen him , relaxed in his fate . I have not changed my ways but I am thank full for him he was positive a better and pain free place was waiting on him he was no longer afraid or at least did not show it . it was a bitter sweet moment knowing we had no control and he had a couple months to live . last month of his life he was just kept knocked out or close to it with drugs to ease the pain , I still went by each day and talked to him ( he could not respond ) until one morning I stopped by , and before I got home he passed. I turned around went back to mom and dads house to help keep my sisters and mom some what calm and help carry dad out to the hearse ,
I miss him , for a long time several years , I still wanted to stop by and talk to him and then realize I could no longer do it
no reply's are necessary, know it was along read if you stuck to it . I just wanted to get it off my mind tonight and posting it here helped thanks and have a good night
this post is in memory of my dad he passed away in 2001 one day after my birthday . he never went to school could not read or write mom taught him to sign his name , but common sense and carpentry he was on top of his game different time and place than now that's for sure .
March 28 2001 he left us . we knew along with him he had little time left , He fought cancer for years until they told him maybe 1 year to live that's it .
while he was able I took him back to Tennessee, I helped hunt up old friends he had not seen in 30 - 40 - 50 years and some old family members also most I had never known.
His time and health moved on quickly going down hill. I did get to tell him how much I loved him and all the things we shared when I was a kid , we even worked together several years on construction jobs . First time in my life I had told him that . He was being so brave in the face of death I'm not sure I could have done it . ( I know no religion discussions on here but this is border line) , I am not so religious myself, my dad was so-so several months before he left us he met with the pastor of the church my mom went to and was "saved" for lack of better words , up to that point he was very restless ,nervous and sleepless , however I guess who would not be facing the end of your mortal life . He stopped by my house while he was still doing Ok , He told me the story about mom and the church , said he was going to a better place even pointed skyward , he was as calm as I had ever seen him , relaxed in his fate . I have not changed my ways but I am thank full for him he was positive a better and pain free place was waiting on him he was no longer afraid or at least did not show it . it was a bitter sweet moment knowing we had no control and he had a couple months to live . last month of his life he was just kept knocked out or close to it with drugs to ease the pain , I still went by each day and talked to him ( he could not respond ) until one morning I stopped by , and before I got home he passed. I turned around went back to mom and dads house to help keep my sisters and mom some what calm and help carry dad out to the hearse ,
I miss him , for a long time several years , I still wanted to stop by and talk to him and then realize I could no longer do it
no reply's are necessary, know it was along read if you stuck to it . I just wanted to get it off my mind tonight and posting it here helped thanks and have a good night
Comments
Bless you and your Dad.
Don't miss the opportunity if you have it.
As far as stepdads go I could have had a hell of a lot worse. He's been good to my mom and me and my brothers.
My Dad passed from Cancer in Early Jan'83 before he turned 67 that coming Feb.
I gave Dad his last shave at his bedside.
When he passed, I boxed up his shaving stuff and placed it in his top drawer.
Mom asked several years ago if there was anything of Dad's that I wanted.
I got up... Went to the bedroom... Got the box out of the drawer where I had placed it in '83.
Came back into the kitchen and told her... "Just this box..."
Still have the soap filled mug, shaving brush, and Schick Safety Razor.
I know how you feel...
My Dad passed from Cancer in Early Jan'83 before he turned 67 that coming Feb.
I gave Dad his last shave at his bedside.
When he passed, I boxed up his shaving stuff and placed it in his top drawer.
Mom asked several years ago if there was anything of Dad's that I wanted.
I got up... Went to the bedroom... Got the box out of the drawer where I had placed it in '83.
Came back into the kitchen and told her... "Just this box..."
Still have the soap filled mug, shaving brush, and Schick Safety Razor.
I get it.
I have my Dad's WWII ribbons and medals. That's all I wanted.