I found my Dad's high school notebook today. I forgot that I tucked it away behind my door with all my other bags of stuff. Today was the day that I decided to go through all that stuff to consolidate and organize. How nice it was for me to see my Dad's beautiful handwriting flowing across the pages of a marble notebook from the 1950's.
I see so much of Dad in me. Students and searchers. In his notebook, he wrote out favorite poems and sayings that touched him in some way. Seeing my father having a natural fondness for Keats, Milton, and Kipling made me feel an even stronger connection with him.
For the past 12 years since his death, I will sometimes find myself trying to relive a moment of Dad's embrace as I sit alone at home, in church, or in my van. Today, I felt his embrace fully and my heart feels more directed and complete, at least for now. Thanks Dad.
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My father was a carpenter and I still have some of the furniture he made for me, the wonderful desk and stool, the needlework box, the pencil box, and a tall stand for a radio which is a replica of our garden bird bath. These things constantly bring him into my thoughts and make me feel good.
Good to see you back in Blogland, Kelly.
My aunt just recently passed and I miss her hugs most of all. I believe I, too, will be looking for those moments of reliving her embrace.
Oh Kel, what a beautiful treasure this must be for you. He sounds wonderful just like you my friend.
What a wonderful remembrance! I have saved a few things with my fathers handwrighting...it was unique and total him. I have always felt my dad and I were kindred spirits. I get that you feel the same from what you wrote. Thanks for sharing Kelly. Glad to see you back blogging my friend :) Maybe I will have to follow your lead ;)
So awesome... Nothing like feeling hugged
Septembermom....I had to comment on hou beautiful post. I too have those memories of my Dad....he was a draftsman and had perfect printing. As fate would have it earlier today, I was just looking at my Dad's printing. He had written down a family recipe and it was almost like having him here again! Thanks for the reminder!
Dan
lovely! Isn't it amazing grace how we find the support we need where were weren't looking?
My dad died 4 years ago and I still try to feel the security and warmth of his hand holding mine. I miss holding his hand and getting his wonderful bear hugs. If I really concentrate, sometimes I can still feel it.
I just recently lost my cousin (who was also my best friend for most of my life) and I feel her around me sometimes, laughing at me for some brainless moment I had or encouraging me when I feel low. I love how my brain will play back her laughter.
I am glad you are able to still have those moments have 12 years.
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