Sunday, January 18, 2015

Old Photos

I promise I won't dwell on this, guys, but I wanted to share a few pictures of my dad.  I made a photo display for his visitation and funeral, and these are some of the photos that I used.  Scrapbooker and photo preserver are a few of the roles that I play in my family.  It's something I enjoy.  For example, every once in awhile I'll find a great old photo of my mom or dad that I've never seen before, and it's great to get them enlarged, frame them, and give them to siblings as gifts. 
When funeral arrangements were being made (very little had to be done--my parents had taken care of everything years ago, and that was a great burden taken off of us), I mentioned that I could make something, and my siblings were really appreciative and a few had thought that I might do something like that.  It was great to have a project to do for a few days leading up to the funeral, and it was a way for me to look back at Dad's life and process my initial stages of grief. 
As a kid, my dad was nicknamed "Buddy" and as he grew it stuck, but turned into "Bud."  So, everybody, this is Bud.
Their wedding photo.  I call this my mom's "I Love Lucy" wedding dress.  :)
One sad thing about his passing is that they would have had their 60th
wedding anniversary this coming November.

It looks like baseball was way more serious business than the military.

That's me with my dad and brother.  I remember the sucker--it was peach flavored.


Sunday, January 11, 2015

The Loss of My Father

Last week on January 8th at 12:05 a.m., my father died in the hospital.  He'd been ill off and on over the last few years, and he's always bounced back from so much.  This felt different, as he'd really declined in health, and over the holidays I thought that he might be slipping away this time.  He did.  He was 78.
This is my favorite photograph of me and my dad together.  It was taken about twenty years ago at Clifty Falls State Park.  For me, this is very representative of our relationship.  Dad standing back, letting me see farther.  He sacrificed a lot to send all of us kids to school and give us a great life in general.  Whenever I was able to travel far away to a place where he'd never been, I always brought something back for him and shared as many pictures as I could.  I saw farther because of him.

When you're the youngest member of a big-ish family, at some point you realize, "Oh, I get it.  I was born last, so more than likely I'll die last."  This is the first big loss that I've experienced, and I'm really feeling the weight of future losses that will come.  I'll be fine, but for's just like I've awaken in a different world.
Goodbye, Dad.  I love you and miss you very much.