It was 23 years ago today that we held my mom’s funeral visitation. She had died the Friday before, May 11, 1995. She was buried the next day. The time just flies by faster and faster.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there, foster moms, surrogate moms, all single parents that serve as mothers and those who’ve been called a mother. That pretty much covers it.
Today is National Siblings Day. Siblings Day is a holiday recognized annually in some parts of the United States on April 10, honoring the relationships of siblings.
From left to right, Me (age 12), our Chihuahua (or so we were told when he was a pup) Pooch (age unknown), and my brother Paul (age 15)
I am coming home to get married soon, so get your checkbook out. I’m in love with a boy who is far away from me. As you know, I am presently living in Australia … and he lives in Scotland. We met on a dating website, became friends on Facebook, had long chats on Whatsapp. He proposed to me on Skype, and now we’ve had two months of a relationship through Viber. My beloved and favorite Dad, I need your blessing, good wishes, and a really big wedding.
Lots of love and thanks. Your favorite daughter, Lilly
My Dearest Lilly,
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I suggest you two get married on Twitter, have a honeymoon on Tango, buy your kids on Amazon, and pay for it all through PayPal. And when you get fed up with this new husband, sell him on eBay.
Love, Your Dad
Today, March 16th, would have been my dad’s 106th birthday. Work was hard to find when he was a young man. Dad worked as a farmer and took a job for a while doing construction work in Michigan before coming back to Missouri in 1942 to work in a plant that made asbestos shingles in St. Louis. He worked there for 31 years until he had a heart attack and was forced to retire at the age of 61.
He had only been to the doctor once (for a relatively minor foot injury) in all the years he worked at the shingle plant until he had the heart attack. It was at that time that he was also diagnosed with mesothelioma.
He spent the rest of his years on a farm they had purchased in Southeast Missouri around 1970. His health declined in the late 1980’s and he died in 1990 at the age of 78.
The photo is of my dad and mom – date unknown. Click to enlarge.