Before bedtime we say prayers with Kennedy. I’ll say something and she repeats it. So tonight, during all her God blesses, I said “and bless all the people who love me” to which Kennedy repeated ” and bless all the people who love Boppa”
If you’re going to any of the concerts at this years Oregon State Fair, watch for me. I’ll be wandering around, and right down in front of the stage with a couple of cameras around my neck.
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I came across this video this afternoon, and wanted to share it. It’s supposedly based on a true story. When all is said and done, it’s the people in our lives that make life worth living, and that’s what we celebrate on this website and in our studio.
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Posted by a friend on Facebook this evening, and I loved it. It’s so very true.
“Grandchildren fill a space in your heart you never knew was empty.”
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August 17th was my dad’s birthday.
Happy birthday dad.
If you were still with us, you’d be 98 this year.
Unfortunately, you left us far too early. You were only 70. That’s only 10 years older than I am this year.
You missed watching your grandchildren grow up. You’d love them dad. They grew up and became such wonderful women.
Chelsie was only a year old when you died. She doesn’t really remember you, of course, but she hung your picture in her bedroom all of her growing up years. For some reason, she insisted that you be there with her.
Dad, you always loved photography, and that’s where I got my interest. Remember, we took some classes together during the time you were struggling with cancer? Those are cherished memories for me, working beside you in the darkroom, watching the magic of images pop up on the paper.
You never got to see me turn that into a career. I wish you had. That would have meant a lot to me.
Dad, you taught me the value of hard work. You worked two jobs much of my growing up years just to support our family. We were never particularly well off materially, but we sure were rich in the things that really mattered.
You taught me the importance of kindness and doing things for others, without a thought for the impact on you. At one time or another, you took in three of my cousins, and took care of them for an extended period of time. One, we even turned into my brother, for which I’m eternally grateful because had you not adopted him, I’d have been an only child.
You’d be very proud of him, dad. He’s so much like you in so many ways. You and mom did will with both of us.
You dealt with your illness with such grace, and you never once complained about it. It even brought you and mom closer together. I’ll never forget that time in your life. It was a time we could all pay back just a little all the care you took of us. Even being sick, you still got great joy from your grandchildren, and from life in general.
Dad, there isn’t a day goes by I don’t think of you. You left a wonderful mark on the world, and your footprints on the hearts of many different people.
Happy Birthday Dad. And though I don’t remember saying it much when you were alive – I love you.
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Fred, what a beautiful tribute to your dad! I could echo many of your sentiments as I, too, was blessed to be born to a wonderful dad. Thanks for sharing this.
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