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Haven't talked to mine since Christmas Eve 28 years ago. Me and my brother woke up Christmas morning to see what Santa left under the tree and our Dad was sitting on the couch and he told us our Mother left us for another man after we went to bed. My Dad didn't cry but we did, he comforted us and told us as long as we had each other we would survive. She didn't fight him for custody of us knowing he would fight to the death to keep us. A carpenter by trade my Dad struggled afterwards paying bills, he took on side jobs and totted us to work every weekend, we stuck together. During the week he would get off work and we would have him french fries or fried potatos and canned deer meat or fish for dinner everyday. He never went after her for child support and never re-married. Our Dad made sure we had everything we needed and taught us the meaning of work at a young age and that hunting and fishing was important if we wanted to eat. Everything was going good until my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. It was the first time I seen my Dad cry. My mother hadn't tried to talk to any of us in years and my Dad told my Aunt to tell my Mom don't show up at the funeral home. He was broken, his world crumbling around him he camped out in his old Ford pickup in the parking lot of the funeral home with a handgun while my brother and his son lay in a casket inside waiting for her to show up, luckily she never did. It was just me and him after that and when I wasn't in school his boss let me come to work with him. In the winter when his work was slow he would come get me out of school early and we would go hunting, just me and him sitting against an old log or a big ol' oak tree. Years went by, when I graduated high school a great man from WV bought some property beside us and he happened to own a business that did work for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife he offered me and my Dad a job traveling the east coast restoring lighthouses and bulding fish hatcheries. We took the job and would fly by helicopter, plane or boat to lighthouses staying on the islands for months at a time restoring them along with boat ramps and tramways. My dad became best friends with the boss and he took care of my Dad making sure while we were away our bills were paid out of our checks. The boss was great he took time out of his busy schedule to check our mail and write the checks for our bills while we were away, made sure our grass was mowed and our house was ok. Then one day we got a call that while the boss was on a caribou hunt in Alaska his plane went down and he and the co-owner were killed in the crash. I told my dad that I didn't want us to fly anymore and I wanted to go home, he told me it was time for me to get on with my life. He stayed with the job and I moved back here, got a job and bought a house of my own. Then I fell in love with a woman that I worked with, married her and life is good. My Dad retired a few years ago and I talk to him everyday. September thru December now when I get off work I drive by the hunting grounds just to see if his truck is parked at the bottom of the mountain and if it is I call him knowing that he would call me if he got anything. I don't know why I just gotta bother him while he is in the woods. And then there are the days that I don't have to work and sometimes I get to sit against an ol' log or oak tree with my Dad. Then there are the times when I hunt in my treestand and I sit patiently waiting and hoping not for a deer to come through but for the sound of Dads gun to fire so I can get down and go look at what he got and talk to him. But the best of times is when we can walk through the woods together talking and looking for squirrels. I haven't cried in a long time but there are tears in my eyes right now. Sorry about such a long boring post but there are Dads out there that are also Moms. They love their kids and when life throws a wrench at them they make sure their kids are safe and comfort them just like a Mom. I love my Dad.
See and talk to her usually Monday-Friday every week. My Sister goes over and checks on her and does her shopping on the weekends. She is 88 and doesn't get out of the house very much.
quote:Originally posted by westernMDhunter
Haven't talked to mine since Christmas Eve 28 years ago. Me and my brother woke up Christmas morning to see what Santa left under the tree and our Dad was sitting on the couch and he told us our Mother left us for another man after we went to bed. My Dad didn't cry but we did, he comforted us and told us as long as we had each other we would survive. She didn't fight him for custody of us knowing he would fight to the death to keep us. A carpenter by trade my Dad struggled afterwards paying bills, he took on side jobs and totted us to work every weekend, we stuck together. During the week he would get off work and we would have him french fries or fried potatos and canned deer meat or fish for dinner everyday. He never went after her for child support and never re-married. Our Dad made sure we had everything we needed and taught us the meaning of work at a young age and that hunting and fishing was important if we wanted to eat. Everything was going good until my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. It was the first time I seen my Dad cry. My mother hadn't tried to talk to any of us in years and my Dad told my Aunt to tell my Mom don't show up at the funeral home. He was broken, his world crumbling around him he camped out in his old Ford pickup in the parking lot of the funeral home with a handgun while my brother and his son lay in a casket inside waiting for her to show up, luckily she never did. It was just me and him after that and when I wasn't in school his boss let me come to work with him. In the winter when his work was slow he would come get me out of school early and we would go hunting, just me and him sitting against an old log or a big ol' oak tree. Years went by, when I graduated high school a great man from WV bought some property beside us and he happened to own a business that did work for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife he offered me and my Dad a job traveling the east coast restoring lighthouses and bulding fish hatcheries. We took the job and would fly by helicopter, plane or boat to lighthouses staying on the islands for months at a time restoring them along with boat ramps and tramways. My dad became best friends with the boss and he took care of my Dad making sure while we were away our bills were paid out of our checks. The boss was great he took time out of his busy schedule to check our mail and write the checks for our bills while we were away, made sure our grass was mowed and our house was ok. Then one day we got a call that while the boss was on a caribou hunt in Alaska his plane went down and he and the co-owner were killed in the crash. I told my dad that I didn't want us to fly anymore and I wanted to go home, he told me it was time for me to get on with my life. He stayed with the job and I moved back here, got a job and bought a house of my own. Then I fell in love with a woman that I worked with, married her and life is good. My Dad retired a few years ago and I talk to him everyday. September thru December now when I get off work I drive by the hunting grounds just to see if his truck is parked at the bottom of the mountain and if it is I call him knowing that he would call me if he got anything. I don't know why I just gotta bother him while he is in the woods. And then there are the days that I don't have to work and sometimes I get to sit against an ol' log or oak tree with my Dad. Then there are the times when I hunt in my treestand and I sit patiently waiting and hoping not for a deer to come through but for the sound of Dads gun to fire so I can get down and go look at what he got and talk to him. But the best of times is when we can walk through the woods together talking and looking for squirrels. I haven't cried in a long time but there are tears in my eyes right now. Sorry about such a long boring post but there are Dads out there that are also Moms. They love their kids and when life throws a wrench at them they make sure their kids are safe and comfort them just like a Mom. I love my Dad.
Very best story I have ever read on this forum.....Kudo's to your Dad and your Mom did the best thing by not coming back,it would have only remind you of the pain at such a young age....My first wife passed away when only 32,and left me with a 9 year old son....I know your Dads feelings although mine was from a different hurt....
I talk to mom twice a week or more, since my kid brother died me and my older brother have remembered we are all mortal.
Mom's only 79 and still gets bored and likes to get out and do things.
quote:Originally posted by CaptFun
Mom will be 75 next month, I call her a few times a week. She's pretty busy. Will get to spend spring break with them and the kids at the Gulf!! [8D]
Go by Kraver's Restaurant on 181 and 104 east of 98...Tell CW I sent ya![;)]
quote:Originally posted by Marc1301
It's a very rare occurrence if I miss a day.
Same here, I know that she won't be here forever. It is a pain sometimes, listening to her go on about nothing and listen in silence. But, I know that She will be gone one day. So many people that are gone that I wish I could have one more chat with.
Sad story here. My mom to me is really my step mom. Raised me and my brother since we were in early elementary school. We rarely saw or heard from our real mother. And step mom was MOM to us.
Then my dad died. As I had even before Dad's death, I called every day to check on them/her. And went to see and help out at least every other weekend. Did this for about 5 years. And event's happened that to me were unbelievable.
We hired a woman as a daily caregiver to help "MOM" when I couldn't be there. And it wasn't long before she took over EVERYTHING. Informed us that our MOM affairs were no longer any of our business. Sold, with MOM's blessing many of our inherited items that we a left at our "Family home". Absolutely believing they would be safe. And changed the locks on the doors. MOM also signed her as executor of her will WITH THE POWER TO CHANGE IT.
We don't talk to MOM much anymore.
My mother has been gone 12 years, I miss her and my dad every day. I am blessed, both my mom and dad passed very quickly, neither was sick or in ill health. Every memory I have concerning them is a good one, I'm a very lucky person.
W.D.
quote:Originally posted by westernMDhunter
Haven't talked to mine since Christmas Eve 28 years ago. Me and my brother woke up Christmas morning to see what Santa left under the tree and our Dad was sitting on the couch and he told us our Mother left us for another man after we went to bed. My Dad didn't cry but we did, he comforted us and told us as long as we had each other we would survive. She didn't fight him for custody of us knowing he would fight to the death to keep us. A carpenter by trade my Dad struggled afterwards paying bills, he took on side jobs and totted us to work every weekend, we stuck together. During the week he would get off work and we would have him french fries or fried potatos and canned deer meat or fish for dinner everyday. He never went after her for child support and never re-married. Our Dad made sure we had everything we needed and taught us the meaning of work at a young age and that hunting and fishing was important if we wanted to eat. Everything was going good until my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. It was the first time I seen my Dad cry. My mother hadn't tried to talk to any of us in years and my Dad told my Aunt to tell my Mom don't show up at the funeral home. He was broken, his world crumbling around him he camped out in his old Ford pickup in the parking lot of the funeral home with a handgun while my brother and his son lay in a casket inside waiting for her to show up, luckily she never did. It was just me and him after that and when I wasn't in school his boss let me come to work with him. In the winter when his work was slow he would come get me out of school early and we would go hunting, just me and him sitting against an old log or a big ol' oak tree. Years went by, when I graduated high school a great man from WV bought some property beside us and he happened to own a business that did work for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife he offered me and my Dad a job traveling the east coast restoring lighthouses and bulding fish hatcheries. We took the job and would fly by helicopter, plane or boat to lighthouses staying on the islands for months at a time restoring them along with boat ramps and tramways. My dad became best friends with the boss and he took care of my Dad making sure while we were away our bills were paid out of our checks. The boss was great he took time out of his busy schedule to check our mail and write the checks for our bills while we were away, made sure our grass was mowed and our house was ok. Then one day we got a call that while the boss was on a caribou hunt in Alaska his plane went down and he and the co-owner were killed in the crash. I told my dad that I didn't want us to fly anymore and I wanted to go home, he told me it was time for me to get on with my life. He stayed with the job and I moved back here, got a job and bought a house of my own. Then I fell in love with a woman that I worked with, married her and life is good. My Dad retired a few years ago and I talk to him everyday. September thru December now when I get off work I drive by the hunting grounds just to see if his truck is parked at the bottom of the mountain and if it is I call him knowing that he would call me if he got anything. I don't know why I just gotta bother him while he is in the woods. And then there are the days that I don't have to work and sometimes I get to sit against an ol' log or oak tree with my Dad. Then there are the times when I hunt in my treestand and I sit patiently waiting and hoping not for a deer to come through but for the sound of Dads gun to fire so I can get down and go look at what he got and talk to him. But the best of times is when we can walk through the woods together talking and looking for squirrels. I haven't cried in a long time but there are tears in my eyes right now. Sorry about such a long boring post but there are Dads out there that are also Moms. They love their kids and when life throws a wrench at them they make sure their kids are safe and comfort them just like a Mom. I love my Dad.
What a man[;)] It takes a strong man to be both mom and dad. Great story. Best I ever heard. Thank you for sharing. Oakie
My wife lost her mom to cancer when she was just 10 years old. She has a horrible step mother. My mom took over the role of my wife's mom, and they have been best friends for thirty years. Sometimes I think my mom loves my wife more then she loves me[:D] ......And I am just fine with that[;)]
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Haven't talked to mine since Christmas Eve 28 years ago. Me and my brother woke up Christmas morning to see what Santa left under the tree and our Dad was sitting on the couch and he told us our Mother left us for another man after we went to bed. My Dad didn't cry but we did, he comforted us and told us as long as we had each other we would survive. She didn't fight him for custody of us knowing he would fight to the death to keep us. A carpenter by trade my Dad struggled afterwards paying bills, he took on side jobs and totted us to work every weekend, we stuck together. During the week he would get off work and we would have him french fries or fried potatos and canned deer meat or fish for dinner everyday. He never went after her for child support and never re-married. Our Dad made sure we had everything we needed and taught us the meaning of work at a young age and that hunting and fishing was important if we wanted to eat. Everything was going good until my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. It was the first time I seen my Dad cry. My mother hadn't tried to talk to any of us in years and my Dad told my Aunt to tell my Mom don't show up at the funeral home. He was broken, his world crumbling around him he camped out in his old Ford pickup in the parking lot of the funeral home with a handgun while my brother and his son lay in a casket inside waiting for her to show up, luckily she never did. It was just me and him after that and when I wasn't in school his boss let me come to work with him. In the winter when his work was slow he would come get me out of school early and we would go hunting, just me and him sitting against an old log or a big ol' oak tree. Years went by, when I graduated high school a great man from WV bought some property beside us and he happened to own a business that did work for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife he offered me and my Dad a job traveling the east coast restoring lighthouses and bulding fish hatcheries. We took the job and would fly by helicopter, plane or boat to lighthouses staying on the islands for months at a time restoring them along with boat ramps and tramways. My dad became best friends with the boss and he took care of my Dad making sure while we were away our bills were paid out of our checks. The boss was great he took time out of his busy schedule to check our mail and write the checks for our bills while we were away, made sure our grass was mowed and our house was ok. Then one day we got a call that while the boss was on a caribou hunt in Alaska his plane went down and he and the co-owner were killed in the crash. I told my dad that I didn't want us to fly anymore and I wanted to go home, he told me it was time for me to get on with my life. He stayed with the job and I moved back here, got a job and bought a house of my own. Then I fell in love with a woman that I worked with, married her and life is good. My Dad retired a few years ago and I talk to him everyday. September thru December now when I get off work I drive by the hunting grounds just to see if his truck is parked at the bottom of the mountain and if it is I call him knowing that he would call me if he got anything. I don't know why I just gotta bother him while he is in the woods. And then there are the days that I don't have to work and sometimes I get to sit against an ol' log or oak tree with my Dad. Then there are the times when I hunt in my treestand and I sit patiently waiting and hoping not for a deer to come through but for the sound of Dads gun to fire so I can get down and go look at what he got and talk to him. But the best of times is when we can walk through the woods together talking and looking for squirrels. I haven't cried in a long time but there are tears in my eyes right now. Sorry about such a long boring post but there are Dads out there that are also Moms. They love their kids and when life throws a wrench at them they make sure their kids are safe and comfort them just like a Mom. I love my Dad.
Very best story I have ever read on this forum.....Kudo's to your Dad and your Mom did the best thing by not coming back,it would have only remind you of the pain at such a young age....My first wife passed away when only 32,and left me with a 9 year old son....I know your Dads feelings although mine was from a different hurt....
Mom's only 79 and still gets bored and likes to get out and do things.
Mom will be 75 next month, I call her a few times a week. She's pretty busy. Will get to spend spring break with them and the kids at the Gulf!! [8D]
Go by Kraver's Restaurant on 181 and 104 east of 98...Tell CW I sent ya![;)]
It's a very rare occurrence if I miss a day.
Same here, I know that she won't be here forever. It is a pain sometimes, listening to her go on about nothing and listen in silence. But, I know that She will be gone one day. So many people that are gone that I wish I could have one more chat with.
Then my dad died. As I had even before Dad's death, I called every day to check on them/her. And went to see and help out at least every other weekend. Did this for about 5 years. And event's happened that to me were unbelievable.
We hired a woman as a daily caregiver to help "MOM" when I couldn't be there. And it wasn't long before she took over EVERYTHING. Informed us that our MOM affairs were no longer any of our business. Sold, with MOM's blessing many of our inherited items that we a left at our "Family home". Absolutely believing they would be safe. And changed the locks on the doors. MOM also signed her as executor of her will WITH THE POWER TO CHANGE IT.
We don't talk to MOM much anymore.
W.D.
Haven't talked to mine since Christmas Eve 28 years ago. Me and my brother woke up Christmas morning to see what Santa left under the tree and our Dad was sitting on the couch and he told us our Mother left us for another man after we went to bed. My Dad didn't cry but we did, he comforted us and told us as long as we had each other we would survive. She didn't fight him for custody of us knowing he would fight to the death to keep us. A carpenter by trade my Dad struggled afterwards paying bills, he took on side jobs and totted us to work every weekend, we stuck together. During the week he would get off work and we would have him french fries or fried potatos and canned deer meat or fish for dinner everyday. He never went after her for child support and never re-married. Our Dad made sure we had everything we needed and taught us the meaning of work at a young age and that hunting and fishing was important if we wanted to eat. Everything was going good until my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. It was the first time I seen my Dad cry. My mother hadn't tried to talk to any of us in years and my Dad told my Aunt to tell my Mom don't show up at the funeral home. He was broken, his world crumbling around him he camped out in his old Ford pickup in the parking lot of the funeral home with a handgun while my brother and his son lay in a casket inside waiting for her to show up, luckily she never did. It was just me and him after that and when I wasn't in school his boss let me come to work with him. In the winter when his work was slow he would come get me out of school early and we would go hunting, just me and him sitting against an old log or a big ol' oak tree. Years went by, when I graduated high school a great man from WV bought some property beside us and he happened to own a business that did work for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife he offered me and my Dad a job traveling the east coast restoring lighthouses and bulding fish hatcheries. We took the job and would fly by helicopter, plane or boat to lighthouses staying on the islands for months at a time restoring them along with boat ramps and tramways. My dad became best friends with the boss and he took care of my Dad making sure while we were away our bills were paid out of our checks. The boss was great he took time out of his busy schedule to check our mail and write the checks for our bills while we were away, made sure our grass was mowed and our house was ok. Then one day we got a call that while the boss was on a caribou hunt in Alaska his plane went down and he and the co-owner were killed in the crash. I told my dad that I didn't want us to fly anymore and I wanted to go home, he told me it was time for me to get on with my life. He stayed with the job and I moved back here, got a job and bought a house of my own. Then I fell in love with a woman that I worked with, married her and life is good. My Dad retired a few years ago and I talk to him everyday. September thru December now when I get off work I drive by the hunting grounds just to see if his truck is parked at the bottom of the mountain and if it is I call him knowing that he would call me if he got anything. I don't know why I just gotta bother him while he is in the woods. And then there are the days that I don't have to work and sometimes I get to sit against an ol' log or oak tree with my Dad. Then there are the times when I hunt in my treestand and I sit patiently waiting and hoping not for a deer to come through but for the sound of Dads gun to fire so I can get down and go look at what he got and talk to him. But the best of times is when we can walk through the woods together talking and looking for squirrels. I haven't cried in a long time but there are tears in my eyes right now. Sorry about such a long boring post but there are Dads out there that are also Moms. They love their kids and when life throws a wrench at them they make sure their kids are safe and comfort them just like a Mom. I love my Dad.
What a man[;)] It takes a strong man to be both mom and dad. Great story. Best I ever heard. Thank you for sharing. Oakie
Passed away in her sleep.