Bob77064
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So sorry to hear of your loss, you have my prayers.
Just lost the greatest man in my life
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sld
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I am sorry for your loss. As time passes it does indeed help. I lost my Dad almost 5 years ago and now I take care of my Mom's house and 5 acres. As I spend time maintaining her place I am constantly reminded of projects my Dad and I did together and I still feel close to him for this.
Keep him in your memories. That is something that will never go away.
May God bless you and your family during this time.
Keep him in your memories. That is something that will never go away.
May God bless you and your family during this time.
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My condolences. I lost my pops back in '95. I can tell you that as time goes on the memories only get better and the smiles wider as you remember him. Be thankful for the time you had with him and your family.
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Pharmvet;
My heart goes out to you, i know the feeling. I lost my best friend and work partner, my dad April 12th 2010. Dad died in my arms, he was 80 years young. Its been 2 years and 2 months now and i miss him so much.
It is kinda true that "time heals all wounds" but it still hurts and there will always be that empty spot at home. Dad was always there to offer a helping hand and as he got olderand couldn't work, just his presence was enough.
It's been a tough change without dad, but the memories will always be there, hold on to that thought.
Its been real tough for me cause i lost mom in Nov. of 2008, dad in April of 2010 and my soul mate and wife of 21 years has Alzheimers. I felt that i was in this alone and it was and is kinda scarry, but my family is the best! My Uncle Jerry who is also 80 now stepped right in and his help, advise and just him coming over really has helped alot. God Bless . . .John
The pictures below are:
Left side, Me, Mom and Dad in 2007
Center Picture , My dad, dad loved to be in the woods
Right Picture, Uncle Jerry cutting wood behind my place
My heart goes out to you, i know the feeling. I lost my best friend and work partner, my dad April 12th 2010. Dad died in my arms, he was 80 years young. Its been 2 years and 2 months now and i miss him so much.
It is kinda true that "time heals all wounds" but it still hurts and there will always be that empty spot at home. Dad was always there to offer a helping hand and as he got olderand couldn't work, just his presence was enough.
It's been a tough change without dad, but the memories will always be there, hold on to that thought.
Its been real tough for me cause i lost mom in Nov. of 2008, dad in April of 2010 and my soul mate and wife of 21 years has Alzheimers. I felt that i was in this alone and it was and is kinda scarry, but my family is the best! My Uncle Jerry who is also 80 now stepped right in and his help, advise and just him coming over really has helped alot. God Bless . . .John
The pictures below are:
Left side, Me, Mom and Dad in 2007
Center Picture , My dad, dad loved to be in the woods
Right Picture, Uncle Jerry cutting wood behind my place
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Sorry for your loss. I lost my dad about 2 months ago
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Peace be with you Ken
sam5570
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this says it for me as well im so sorry seems like all we have done here is burry family i have lost 3 brothers sense 2000 lost dad 1975 and mom 4 years ago.
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I am so sorry for your loss.
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I'm so sorry to hear of your loss pharvet. I would like to tell you a littile about the man who was my stepdad. He married my mother who had three sons. I was the youngest at 18 months. My oldest brother was 7 and my stepdad was only 12 years older then him. My mom was a divorced 25 year old. He worked as a block mason and made very little money and there was little to no work when it rained, snowed or was below freezing so he found what ever work he could on those days, that was in 1953. He couldn't read or write. He was born with a hairlip and cleft pallet so his speach was affected. (I never thought about or noticed his speach impetement until I was away from home for three months after USN boot camp in 1970). We lived in a trailer with no bathroom,we had to go walk down the block to a a community bath-house. He and mom found it had a big hole in the floor when they lifted the rug and piece of plywood. He and mom made the best of it.
Living in a trailer park there were always trailers being traded in. My mother kept watch on what was avalible to trade up to hoping to be able to afford a trailer with a bathroom, which she did on the second trade. The bathroom was a wet bath where you showered while strattling the toilet and sink.
Mom traded our trailers three times without telling dad during the six years we lived in the trailer park. When he came home from work there would be a diffrent trailer in place. The last time she traded, the "new" trailer was too large to fit on the original lot so the trailer park owner moved us to a new larger lot "up on the hill". When dad came home from work that day the lot was empty. He had to go to the office to find us. He just laughed and told us we couldn't hide, he would always come to find us. He was a man of great faith and tought us how to pray and to ask God to help when ever we found ourselves in a tough spot. I know he prayed for us constantly all thorugh his life.
In those days we were so poor that he could't afford gloves to protect his hand from the rough cement blocks and caustic motar so he would wrap his hands with friction tape. I remember looking at his hand stained with tar from the tape and the sores from his labor of love in his trade as he built houses others. He went to work every day in the cold and extreem heat to provide for my mom, brothers and I and never once let on how difficult it was for him; I found out later when I began working with him during the summers when I was 13 years of to 17, I chose not to become a block layer. He and mom saved and bought us a house in 1956.
In 1957 I remember watching him sitting beside the phonograph listening to recordings on 45 RPM records of the Bible as he tried to follow in his Bible, learn to read and memorize the Scriptures. On his birthdays he bought us new shoes or boots or clothes, seeing us get whatever we needed was his gift.
I don't know why, but it wasn't unitll my father died in 1979 that my brothers and I started calling him dad. We did have a good relationship with my father and my mom always told us be to good and make our father proud. You see my real father was my father, not my dad. My mom told me that dad was so pleased and he was nearly always moved to emotions when we called him dad. My mom and step "dad" had four daughters after he took on the three of us boys.
I have so many memories of his love and kindness for my mom and us kids, all seven of us. He struggled with so many illnesses including a 17 year fight with leukemia. My prayer from the time the Dr. sat across from dad and I and told us he had leukemia till he died was that God would give him dying grace and let him pass without suffering, a fate that I don't know how I could bear to watch.
When I was very young, Superman was my hero. When Bob was holding me in his arms I would say "look Bob, superman fly", I would take his face in my little hands and turn his head to the sky then point up. He would reply, "yeah Johnny, I see him!"
God once again was gracious and showed how much he cares for us and answers our prayers just as dad told us he would when he fell ill at 4:30 AM on December16th this past year. He was rushed to the hospital Dad slipped from this world into his Saviours arms 6 hours later with my mom and sisters at his side. My wife and I were stuck in traffic on I95 trying to get to him before he went. He knew he was going and was able to tell them he loved them only moments before he breathed his last.
Since his passing I have my moments of sadness and emptyness. Mom is holding up well and has all of us surrounding her on a daily basis. The ache is always there but with the assurance he is no longer suffering and I will be with him again brings comfort. I have also realized that as "Bob" held me in his arms when I was a little boy and I was looking up for superman, superman was holding me in his arms. I hope you and your family find a peace that passes all understanding. He always told people "I (he) fell in love with three little boys and got a wife in the deal". I too miss my superman.
John
Living in a trailer park there were always trailers being traded in. My mother kept watch on what was avalible to trade up to hoping to be able to afford a trailer with a bathroom, which she did on the second trade. The bathroom was a wet bath where you showered while strattling the toilet and sink.
Mom traded our trailers three times without telling dad during the six years we lived in the trailer park. When he came home from work there would be a diffrent trailer in place. The last time she traded, the "new" trailer was too large to fit on the original lot so the trailer park owner moved us to a new larger lot "up on the hill". When dad came home from work that day the lot was empty. He had to go to the office to find us. He just laughed and told us we couldn't hide, he would always come to find us. He was a man of great faith and tought us how to pray and to ask God to help when ever we found ourselves in a tough spot. I know he prayed for us constantly all thorugh his life.
In those days we were so poor that he could't afford gloves to protect his hand from the rough cement blocks and caustic motar so he would wrap his hands with friction tape. I remember looking at his hand stained with tar from the tape and the sores from his labor of love in his trade as he built houses others. He went to work every day in the cold and extreem heat to provide for my mom, brothers and I and never once let on how difficult it was for him; I found out later when I began working with him during the summers when I was 13 years of to 17, I chose not to become a block layer. He and mom saved and bought us a house in 1956.
In 1957 I remember watching him sitting beside the phonograph listening to recordings on 45 RPM records of the Bible as he tried to follow in his Bible, learn to read and memorize the Scriptures. On his birthdays he bought us new shoes or boots or clothes, seeing us get whatever we needed was his gift.
I don't know why, but it wasn't unitll my father died in 1979 that my brothers and I started calling him dad. We did have a good relationship with my father and my mom always told us be to good and make our father proud. You see my real father was my father, not my dad. My mom told me that dad was so pleased and he was nearly always moved to emotions when we called him dad. My mom and step "dad" had four daughters after he took on the three of us boys.
I have so many memories of his love and kindness for my mom and us kids, all seven of us. He struggled with so many illnesses including a 17 year fight with leukemia. My prayer from the time the Dr. sat across from dad and I and told us he had leukemia till he died was that God would give him dying grace and let him pass without suffering, a fate that I don't know how I could bear to watch.
When I was very young, Superman was my hero. When Bob was holding me in his arms I would say "look Bob, superman fly", I would take his face in my little hands and turn his head to the sky then point up. He would reply, "yeah Johnny, I see him!"
God once again was gracious and showed how much he cares for us and answers our prayers just as dad told us he would when he fell ill at 4:30 AM on December16th this past year. He was rushed to the hospital Dad slipped from this world into his Saviours arms 6 hours later with my mom and sisters at his side. My wife and I were stuck in traffic on I95 trying to get to him before he went. He knew he was going and was able to tell them he loved them only moments before he breathed his last.
Since his passing I have my moments of sadness and emptyness. Mom is holding up well and has all of us surrounding her on a daily basis. The ache is always there but with the assurance he is no longer suffering and I will be with him again brings comfort. I have also realized that as "Bob" held me in his arms when I was a little boy and I was looking up for superman, superman was holding me in his arms. I hope you and your family find a peace that passes all understanding. He always told people "I (he) fell in love with three little boys and got a wife in the deal". I too miss my superman.
John
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