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Showing posts with label daddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daddy. Show all posts

Monday, June 21, 2010

Happy Father's Day!

June 20, 2010

Happy Father's Day to all the dads, grandpas, uncles, and "other" fathers out there, especially all of my own! Thanks to all of you for what you have done in my life. Even though I miss my Daddy, I know he is celebrating this holiday in a far better place. Sadly I don't have any pictures from the last years of his life.

I tried to call my brother Matt's daddy A.J., who also had a hand in raising me, but I'll have to call back tomorrow. :(This is my father-in-law modeling his present from all of us. 8) We love you! Hope you had a wonderful day!
In other news, I am now afflicted with a rare condition known as Lego-shoulderitis. It occurs from frequent building and requires more frequent massages (which I HATE because they tickle *tehe*).

This is what happens when you love to organize and sort things and agree to help your husband organize his boxes and boxes, buckets and buckets, and tubs and tubs of Lego. I do like stacking all of the similar bricks, but it begins to wear on the body after awhile. Who knew?

Monday, May 3, 2010

Remembering My Daddy

Nine years ago my daddy passed away.

It came as a such a shock to everyone, even me, but I had somewhat expected it. I've never been confused about my parents' mortality. I always knew they were their own "persons" before they were "parents." Usually this thought was a comfort, but I felt betrayed on that day: how could this happen to my daddy?!

A lot has happened in those nine years. I graduated high school and college, and this week I am graduating with my master's degree. I grew up, fell in love, and got married. I am very different from the sixteen-year-old girl I was nine years ago. If I wasn't, I would be disappointed. It's hard to believe next year it will be ten years.

Not a day goes by that I don't think about my daddy--and miss him and miss the person I never got to know because he died when I was still a child. But I know he is always with me, and I know that someday I will be with him again.

I love you, Daddy. Always.

Clement Coleman Byrd
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