Sunday, November 9, 2008
My dad.
We went to the cemetery today and talked about dad. It will always make me sad that the girls didn't get to spend more time with him before he died. We tried to tell them some of the memories...about how much he loved Hawaii, Rocky Road ice cream, getting "buzzed" out of the house by the kids and one time getting locked out, how he would make cakes for the children's birthdays in his primary class, how he was such a hard worker, how he had knee surgery and how hard that was on him, how he finished my birthday cake when I was 3 or 4 because mom walked through a glass door and had to get stitches in her hand, how he always wanted to be a ward librarian at church (news to me...mom explained that he was really organized and thought that hanging out in the library visiting with whomever stopped by would be great.) I am so grateful to have had a dad who loved me and always wanted what was best for his family. We still miss him after five years.
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What a nice moment to reflect! Your dad sounds like he was such a great man! I wish I could have met him. It's great the girls get to hear about him through you!
Miss you!
Sommer
It is hard to believe that five years has passed. Where does the time go? I enjoy reading your blog. Thanks for sharing memories of your dad.
I loved reading this. Thank you for sharing. :)
Why am I getting all teary eyed reading this, like he was family or something?!! I guess it is because I feel like you all are family to me, and so that makes him too! I still remember that day so vividly, and how the word spread through the ward. I can't believe that was 5 years ago! I am so glad you have such great memories of him.
I loved your Dad too. I will always remember when he took us out to the Brick Oven and we had an "colorful conversation" that made us all crack up. It makes me wonder what our Dads are up to up there? Love ya!
Thanks for sharing such wonderful memories of your Dad..& a favorite uncle. He is very missed. I remember often his sparkly, smiley eyes and hearty laugh. He was fun to hang around with too...all of the cousins loved him, loved his company and looked up to him.
Love ya Val!
Val, thanks for sharing these tender thoughts of your dad with all of us readers. I didn't realize your dad's middle name is Thomas -- don't know if you realized how our Tommy has your dad's name in reverse -- Thomas Jeffrey (Bingham).
That was really nice. I'm glad you guys went to the cemetary. Thanks for reminding me of some of my favorite things about dad. It will be such a great reunion some day!
I've been thinking of doing the same thing with my kids. I have only been to my dad's grave once in my life and I wouldn't have any stories to share with them about him ulness I got some from my mom. I am a little jealous that you even have stories to share with your kids. It will be a great reunion when we all get back together, never to separated again!
Valere I had no idea about your Dad until I just peeked in at your blog today. My condolences to you and your Mom. It's nice though that you share fond memories so your children will know Grandpa Ehorn when they see him again. After all these years I remember going to Disneyland with your famiy and thinking "Brother Ehorn is such a happy smiley guy." A sweet post to read.
I so understand. Although I must say that I have learned so much and become so much more empathetic. There really are blessings from every challenge, huh?
Thanks for making me cry. I needed a good cry. XXOO
I can so relate. Whenever we go to Tahoe, we have to make the cemetary visit after church. She still is such a big part of my life...sometimes I think she has more influence from the spirit world than in life- probably because we never lived close to my parents, and I wasn't so hot at keeping in touch. Now I feel her influence so much. What she taught me, how she handled being a parent. Her funny personality etc etc all seem to come out in me more. I talk about her more now than I did before. So I hope my kids will find a connection.
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