A few new old things
I had a really nice weekend. My brothers werer in and came to our house for dinner. Friday night was dan and my Mom and I thouroughly enjoyed their company and then on Saturday Brother Dave and his wife Lorraine were here with everyone else. I had a livin breathing home for the first time since we moved in.m We had kids and adults and family and some really good hard laughs. It was a very good thing.
I was shocked at the end of the evenin with a puking Jack, But he was kind enough to hold back until everyone was leaving. He had the pukers through the night and got up in the am as nothin had happened. At least he is better.
All in all it was a good time.
Allie took my nephew Danny out for the evenin with she and her buds. Interstingly enough Danny is from upstate NY so the whole party at a college is not something he has quite hit yet---- unitl last night. When they left they were oing to a movie then home. Well they did go to a movie then to a home of sorts, A FRAT HOUSE
I got the full report in the am and found that they had a good time and didnt get into any trouble nor did they do anything wrong so. I guess as long as they keep things under control I ok withthe whole thing. Joe the nighbor was with them and they stayed togehter and had some laughs.
I am reading a book and for the first time in a while I am going to write a bit about my Dad.
WONT YOU LET ME KNOW
THAT LIFE IS ETERNAL
AND LOVE IMMORTAL
AND DEATH IS ONLY A HORIZON...
AND A HORIZON IS NOTHING
SAVE THE LIMITS OF OUR SIGHT.
The idea of our father being right around the "bend" or just beyond sight is comforting. I can conjure thoughts of him and then bring feelings to the forefront of my mind. I can rally emotions and purge thoughts into thin air with the assumption that Pop is listening and guiding my decisions. I have thoughts of what was and how things may have played out had he lived one more day, week, year. The twists and turns of life are not always what we want but I am coming to believe that some of these diversions are tests, variables to benchmark our progress. I can go back and name 100 decisions, choices that would have been affected, different, or not available had my Father been alive.
This weekend we spent a first real get together in our new home. My Dad was not ther in person, but I felt at times a warmth to the house that had been missing. I like to think he was there, the same way I have been imagining him all along. In the corner empty chair, the light filled window, the extra long laugh with the 2 second pause of silence afterwards. The kids playing wii in the LR laughing and goofing off. He is here. I am attaching a Billy Joel song that is really his to his daughter prior to his divorce, but I hear a father telling his daughter that no matter how far or long it is he is always just a whisper of a lullabye away from her, At the end of the song he is comforted I beleive by the idea of the lullabye being sun to her children and he will be there. Well, dont worry Dad, ou are a part of us no matter the time or space.
I was shocked at the end of the evenin with a puking Jack, But he was kind enough to hold back until everyone was leaving. He had the pukers through the night and got up in the am as nothin had happened. At least he is better.
All in all it was a good time.
Allie took my nephew Danny out for the evenin with she and her buds. Interstingly enough Danny is from upstate NY so the whole party at a college is not something he has quite hit yet---- unitl last night. When they left they were oing to a movie then home. Well they did go to a movie then to a home of sorts, A FRAT HOUSE
I got the full report in the am and found that they had a good time and didnt get into any trouble nor did they do anything wrong so. I guess as long as they keep things under control I ok withthe whole thing. Joe the nighbor was with them and they stayed togehter and had some laughs.
I am reading a book and for the first time in a while I am going to write a bit about my Dad.
WONT YOU LET ME KNOW
THAT LIFE IS ETERNAL
AND LOVE IMMORTAL
AND DEATH IS ONLY A HORIZON...
AND A HORIZON IS NOTHING
SAVE THE LIMITS OF OUR SIGHT.
The idea of our father being right around the "bend" or just beyond sight is comforting. I can conjure thoughts of him and then bring feelings to the forefront of my mind. I can rally emotions and purge thoughts into thin air with the assumption that Pop is listening and guiding my decisions. I have thoughts of what was and how things may have played out had he lived one more day, week, year. The twists and turns of life are not always what we want but I am coming to believe that some of these diversions are tests, variables to benchmark our progress. I can go back and name 100 decisions, choices that would have been affected, different, or not available had my Father been alive.
This weekend we spent a first real get together in our new home. My Dad was not ther in person, but I felt at times a warmth to the house that had been missing. I like to think he was there, the same way I have been imagining him all along. In the corner empty chair, the light filled window, the extra long laugh with the 2 second pause of silence afterwards. The kids playing wii in the LR laughing and goofing off. He is here. I am attaching a Billy Joel song that is really his to his daughter prior to his divorce, but I hear a father telling his daughter that no matter how far or long it is he is always just a whisper of a lullabye away from her, At the end of the song he is comforted I beleive by the idea of the lullabye being sun to her children and he will be there. Well, dont worry Dad, ou are a part of us no matter the time or space.
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