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I still think of the last day of your life
Lying there helplessly tranquil
Looking so pale, and so frail
Old, for the first time
Withering away
We held your hands like never before
I swore I felt your grasp when I shouldn’t have
They said you were waiting for me to arrive
So you could say goodbye to all of us, in your only way
And when our words were said and done
Your breathing changed
Perhaps you tried to speak
But there was just too much pain
To let us know that you heard us
That you feel the same
Each breath I feared was your last
Even though I knew the end was near
And then it happened
There was nothing more to hear
I still think of the time when I looked to the skies
Trying to hold back the tears that were flooding my eyes
While you stood by my side
Strong and alive
And even though you were dying inside
You stayed you all along
Never giving in
Never giving up
Giving us words of encouragement
To remain close, to be kind, to smile
To continue to exercise, and to be there for your child
Simple lessons of life
Yet things few can accomplish with any consistency
I still think of you
Even though you weren’t always in my life
You were my father
My mother was your wife
You made your impression in this place
And it cannot ever be erased





Dad had a lot of stories, he lived an intriguing life. The one I liked best was the time he was boxing in the Navy, and was challenged by an this arrogant marine who thought he was the shit. The match they had left the marine beaten by Dad in front of everyone. That must have felt so satisfying. But he beat him so badly, this extremley tall marine, that he was almost knocked out before the end of the match. That is respect only a man can feel. To quietly take on the challenge and insults of this guy, beat him the way he did, and then still give him respect at the end, in front of everyone. That is a lesson so many of us can learn from, but this was his natural way. To be strong when necessary, but never stop being truly "good" at the same time.

Dad really made an effort to be nice to Crystal. He really liked her. One of the first times he really connected with Crystal was at a Friendly's where we visited him in NH. We listened to some of his great stories and he was so animated and interesting to hear. He was an awesome storyteller. I always thought this. He never told a boring story. That night will always stand out for me.

I remember the first time I was able to ride a bicycle on my own, that last push he gave me before iIwas finally able to ride on my own, and I felt like I was flying. He assured me that I could do it, and I believed him. I think I was 5 or 6. If I remember correctly, it was a ten speed. It was so big I had to tilt the bike downwards just to get my legs over the bar, and Dad had to sturdy me so I could start off because my feet didnt reach the ground. So he got me going, and pushed me one last time, and I was off, riding into the breeze.




laurabaker
16 years agoHappy Thanksgiving Daddy.....I thought of you, as always. We'll be together this Christmas, I know it, we'll be together in our hearts & through our love. I love you. XOXOXO