The last time I saw my father, he told me he was proud of me. That’s the memory I live with.
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Memory of Dad: Thank You for Being Proud of Me
Written by Skip Press on June 11, 2012
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Five More Minutes With Mom and Dad
Written by Elizabeth Gaughan on June 7, 2012
Dad: I hope when you arrived at the “Family Reunion,” as you used to call Heaven, that you were met with all your lost and sadly missed loved ones.
A Jar Full of Bullets
Written by Braiden Rex-Johnson on April 5, 2012
Colon could spin a yarn longer than almost anybody I ever knew. Half the time you knew he was lying through his teeth, but just in case he wasn’t, you had to keep listening.
One Last Conversation with Dad
Written by Charles Price on April 2, 2012
One Last Conversation with Dad was submitted by my new friend, Charles Price, who co-owns and writes for the Taste of Oregon blog in Eugene, Oregon.
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What Is Time Worth?
Written by Braiden Rex-Johnson on March 29, 2012
My Orchid
Written by Braiden Rex-Johnson on March 22, 2012
When it’s my father’s time, I will treasure my memories of him much like I remember the beautiful blossoms on my orchids—memories of a life well lived.
Just Two More Words
Written by Anonymous on January 16, 2012
A Southern Gentleman and Woman
Written by Renie on December 15, 2011
It was a fabulous, appropriate celebration of life. We danced under the small white tent on artificial grass on July 24, a very, very hot mid-summer day, smiling and glowing with perspiration.
Thanks for Worrying
Written by Jill on December 12, 2011
If I could say one more thing to my Dad, I’d say “Thanks for worrying, from day one–when I was a preemie–and all the way to the end.”
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The House on Sylvan Drive
Written by Laurie Halladay on November 14, 2011
As I looked at the torn-up lawn, bedraggled drapes at the windows, and an ugly cream-colored paint covering the beautiful varnished wood trim, I tried to remember the shell of a building when it was my home.
