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| An old fence Late summer and early fall found me running up and down the Shenandoah Valley to Washington D.C. visiting family and enjoying their company. We are still exploring those "first's" without Daddy. We all miss him terribly. Yet, I like to think that he is always close by enjoying us girls cooking in the kitchen, driving with me as I am awed by all the beautiful fall colors, watching all his grandsons grow into such interesting men. No one told us it would be so hard to lose this fixture in our lives. So, we have good days and bad days. Always remembering how lucky we are. |
Monday, October 22, 2012
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those firsts are so hard..as are the 2nds and 3rds!!!
it ook me 4 years to do Thanksgiving after my mom died..didn't do a big christmas tree for 2....it was just too hard. thank goodness my twin had come from Texas those years..she did it for my dad..i just couldn't.
He lives on through all of you.
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