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Wayne:
Goodness Andrew!  Have to let that one sink in for a while... thanks for the story.

Hey there ol' Shakes!   Hope you're having a good start to the weekend!   Do you get Monday off?  I'm gonna write my dissertation this weekend!    :)

Katie77:
Andrew.....omg...Andrew....finding words after reading what you wrote, is difficult....

My heart feels twice as big as  it did before I read it....my eyes dont know whether to cry....

Your father......wow, what can I say.....just a nice man, doesnt sound good enough....very insightful, very compassionate, a good father.....gee, I dont know if thats enough.

How precious that you have that moment of you holding hands, to remember, I guess that that gesture said it all, said " I did my best"....said "i love you, son"....no doubt you will never forget that......while ever that is in your memory, your father will never be gone.

Thank you for sharing it with us, thank you for leaving me, personally, with the impression of that scene in my mind.......

Shakesthecoffecan:
Thank you for sharing your wonderful story Andrew. It is amazing how we never stop growing and learning, and changing.

My father was an alcoholic, and growing up he was largely unapproachable. He had a ninth grade education and worked hard all his life. When I turned 20, the summer of 1983, he was sober, the whole summer. It was so nice to be able to relax and not have to worry about what he might say or do, not have to make excuses for him. I though "so this is how it could be."

It didn't last, he died in 1985 after his liver and kidneys gave out. A hundred people shook my hand that evening at the funeral home and told me what a wonderful man he was, how he had done so much good for people. It hurt because I knew it was true, and thanked them, it was pointless to protest.

After he died I found he had saved a wooden postcard I sent him a few years earlier, the kind you could hang on the wall that said something like "This block of wood is worthless, kind of like me without you" I had wanted to send him some smart aleck one, but my mother made me send the one I did. He dysfuntional way of keeping the peace. He had written on it my name and the date. It was one of those times after the funeral when you can give in to emotion and I did.

I guess the moral to the story is you should make the effort, it may pay off in ways you will never know.   

Katie77:
Shakes.....your story brought to mind a similar thing when we went to my Dad's place after he died.....

I found letters I had written him as a child, fathers day cards and photos that I had forgotten had ever been taken.......

I know this is probably common, that people keep these things, I am known as a hoarder of all things "memorabilia"....some things I have in a box, that I just move from house to house, things I have that my kids gave me when they were at school, their baby cards, even my engagement cards and wedding cards.....dont know why I have kept them, but cant seem to bring myself to throw them out.

Hopefully, when I am gone, and the kids find all these "treasures" it will give them a little laugh that their mum was such a "softie", but also remind them, how much all those little things were taken and kept as tokens of love.

Shakesthecoffecan:
OMG,

In college,we drank. When we get back together, we drink. If I had one more drop last night I would be a mess today, insted I woke with a bit of fuzzyness, a vague recollection of hollering about Lightning Flat with a straight couple who loved BBM and a real need to tell the rest of my life, the worrisome details to go f'off. Reunion, is a wonderful thing.

Now, where is my chef's hat.....

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