Never Forget
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On a lighter note, I remember so vividly many many years ago helping my grandparents move to their new house. My brother and I were so exicited because we got to ride in the back of the truck to help hold things in place. I remember sitting in the back and eating the biggest peach I have ever seen. For years after that I was in search of peaches like that. That peach was so huge because we were so small. It took years for that to sink in.
Wow what stories. I do have tears in my eyes.
I will never forget the smells and sounds of Venice...
I will never forget how the marble in the Parthenon felt...
I will never forget Dec. 22, 2006. The best of funn at the movies with great friends and then 30 minutes later calling JDarg about my worse nightmare.
I will NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER forget all the calls, pm's, emails, visits, $$, cards, flowers, food, from all my SoWal friends. I still to this day am amazed by the power of this board as well as my non sowaller friends.
I will never forget saying "I do" to Mr. IBD at Eden
I will never forget little IBD coming into this world....
I will never forget the smells and sounds of Venice...
I will never forget how the marble in the Parthenon felt...
I will never forget Dec. 22, 2006. The best of funn at the movies with great friends and then 30 minutes later calling JDarg about my worse nightmare.
I will NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER forget all the calls, pm's, emails, visits, $$, cards, flowers, food, from all my SoWal friends. I still to this day am amazed by the power of this board as well as my non sowaller friends.
I will never forget saying "I do" to Mr. IBD at Eden
I will never forget little IBD coming into this world....
awwwwww....Wow what stories. I do have tears in my eyes.
I will never forget the smells and sounds of Venice...
I will never forget how the marble in the Parthenon felt...
I will never forget Dec. 22, 2006. The best of funn at the movies with great friends and then 30 minutes later calling JDarg about my worse nightmare.
I will NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER forget all the calls, pm's, emails, visits, $$, cards, flowers, food, from all my SoWal friends. I still to this day am amazed by the power of this board as well as my non sowaller friends.
I will never forget saying "I do" to Mr. IBD at Eden
I will never forget little IBD coming into this world....
IBD- I will never forget Dec. 22 either.
I will also never forget a a look in my father's eyes that he kept for the last 3 months of his own father's life. Dad was dying, he knew it, and his own father was dying too, but Dad wasn't going to let his father bury another child (my uncle had passed 3 years earlier). I guess it didn't matter that my grandfather was 96 and his kids were grandparents themselves- it is never easy to lose a child, no matter the age. So it became almost a grim contest to see who could last the longest.
Anyway, my grandfather was going downhill pretty fast, and Dad kept up a look of steely determination and concentration- it took every bit of strength that he had in him. You could see it in his eyes. He would visit his dad at the nursing home, walk out of there, and practically collapse for 3 days since "putting on the show" was so exhausting for him. When my grandfather died in March of that year, you could see the look of relief in Dad's eyes- so relieved that he had spared his own father more pain and grief.
That look of determination in his eyes went away- and 3 months later, he died too. I will never forget that look, and the sheer strength of his will to live, when his being alive meant everything to a sweet little old man.
I will also never forget a a look in my father's eyes that he kept for the last 3 months of his own father's life. Dad was dying, he knew it, and his own father was dying too, but Dad wasn't going to let his father bury another child (my uncle had passed 3 years earlier). I guess it didn't matter that my grandfather was 96 and his kids were grandparents themselves- it is never easy to lose a child, no matter the age. So it became almost a grim contest to see who could last the longest.
Anyway, my grandfather was going downhill pretty fast, and Dad kept up a look of steely determination and concentration- it took every bit of strength that he had in him. You could see it in his eyes. He would visit his dad at the nursing home, walk out of there, and practically collapse for 3 days since "putting on the show" was so exhausting for him. When my grandfather died in March of that year, you could see the look of relief in Dad's eyes- so relieved that he had spared his own father more pain and grief.
That look of determination in his eyes went away- and 3 months later, he died too. I will never forget that look, and the sheer strength of his will to live, when his being alive meant everything to a sweet little old man.
kathydwells
Darlene is my middle name, not my nickname
I will never forget my OB GYN telling me I was pregnant, after a year prior having an ectopic pregnancy and coming very close to bleeding to death that I would never, ever be able to have children. I will never forget feeling my son move for the first time and really believing that a miracle was occuring inside me. I will never forget my water breaking 6 weeks early and delivering a 4 lb. 4 oz. baby boy. I will never forget holding him in my arms and looking at that tiny body and thanking God for the miracle of my son.
kathydwells
Darlene is my middle name, not my nickname
IBD- I will never forget Dec. 22 either.
I will also never forget a a look in my father's eyes that he kept for the last 3 months of his own father's life. Dad was dying, he knew it, and his own father was dying too, but Dad wasn't going to let his father bury another child (my uncle had passed 3 years earlier). I guess it didn't matter that my grandfather was 96 and his kids were grandparents themselves- it is never easy to lose a child, no matter the age. So it became almost a grim contest to see who could last the longest.
Anyway, my grandfather was going downhill pretty fast, and Dad kept up a look of steely determination and concentration- it took every bit of strength that he had in him. You could see it in his eyes. He would visit his dad at the nursing home, walk out of there, and practically collapse for 3 days since "putting on the show" was so exhausting for him. When my grandfather died in March of that year, you could see the look of relief in Dad's eyes- so relieved that he had spared his own father more pain and grief.
That look of determination in his eyes went away- and 3 months later, he died too. I will never forget that look, and the sheer strength of his will to live, when his being alive meant everything to a sweet little old man.
Oh, jdarg....what a touching story.
The time my dad looked me in the eye and told me he loved me. Then he died. It was my birthday and I think it was the only time I ever heard him say it.
I tell itty bitty I love her every time I speak to her.
I tell itty bitty I love her every time I speak to her.
One of the ambulances I used to work for transported patients to the local hospice everyday. They only had 11 beds in that place and I sometimes took 3 to 4 people there everyday. It started to get very hard to do when you realize that you are one of the last faces they will ever see. I even had a few that never even made it there. They died in the ambulance with me. I had at one time the fortune of taking a 21 year old girl to Philadelphia for a lung transplant. She had Cystic Fibrosis. She had to be one of the bravest people I have ever met. We talked about her little boy and how she was not afraid to die. A few months later on a Sunday morning, I ended up doing CPR on her in her home. She never did get that transplant. She was so young, but she was no longer suffering. That was it for me. After all that, I left it all and moved down here to start over. So far, so good.
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I will also never forget a a look in my father's eyes that he kept for the last 3 months of his own father's life. Dad was dying, he knew it, and his own father was dying too, but Dad wasn't going to let his father bury another child (my uncle had passed 3 years earlier). I guess it didn't matter that my grandfather was 96 and his kids were grandparents themselves- it is never easy to lose a child, no matter the age. So it became almost a grim contest to see who could last the longest.
Anyway, my grandfather was going downhill pretty fast, and Dad kept up a look of steely determination and concentration- it took every bit of strength that he had in him. You could see it in his eyes. He would visit his dad at the nursing home, walk out of there, and practically collapse for 3 days since "putting on the show" was so exhausting for him. When my grandfather died in March of that year, you could see the look of relief in Dad's eyes- so relieved that he had spared his own father more pain and grief.
That look of determination in his eyes went away- and 3 months later, he died too. I will never forget that look, and the sheer strength of his will to live, when his being alive meant everything to a sweet little old man.
Wow, what a story of determination....