I lost my dad.

I'm not looking for any comments here, really.

Just wanted to acknowlege his life again and remember.

What better place to do that than here, among friends?

Life passes too quickly.

life is fragile.

Reflecting is always good, Camino.

It is so important to never forget.....

It really does, Today I received a phone call that a old Co-worker and his wife were killed in a freak accident leaving a 12 and 8 year old behind. He was only 50 and he was great guy and would do anything for you if you asked. The longer I live I realize the Good do die young. And I have a feeling I'm in for the long haul...

What better place to do that than here, among friends?

*nods*

Amen, Camino!

Reflecting IS good; too many times we let life pass us by....

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You have to remember your loved ones. My Dad died June 7th 2007. I still think about it every day. Shows that no matter how much you try to be healthy like he did that you just never know. My dad turned me into the B-body lover that I am today.

Thanks for posting, guys.

I'm sure he's proud.

I'm sure he's proud.

No, his dad is definitely proud of the man Bob is. While you weren't looking for any particular response, you know most of those posting in here are going through the same thing you are (here's to Barbara Cucknell, the world's greatest aunt, June 4, 2004).

This is a quote I heard shortly after I lost my aunt that aided me in dealing with her absence from my life:

"Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. But you never forget them. And sometimes, it's those memories that give us the faith to go on.”

While I am religious to an extent (a small extent at that), the memories of my aunt and the good she did for those she loved gives me the strength to go on and keep her memory alive.

Life seems too short, but in its apparent fragility it finds room for resilience and resistence. See those people that don't give up and keep their dignity even when faced with an incurable/terminal disease? We should all look up to those people when we're facing our own many times small difficulties.

Life seems too short, but in its apparent fragility it finds room for resilience and resistence. See those people that don't give up and keep their dignity even when faced with an incurable/terminal disease? We should all look up to those people when we're facing our own many times small difficulties.

I do that a lot. My Dad in the 2 weeks he was sick and the 4 days he knew he was going to die didnt talk about it at all. He did everything he could to try to keep all of us from really thinking too much about his dying. I think I am glad that the whole thing didnt linger on for very long. That would have been worse for our whole family.

It's sometimes important to have a tangible mile marker for a loss of this magnitude.

About 15 years ago my father's father passed away. Died of Alzheimer's, and i still

think he was the greatest human being I have ever kown.

The patience of a Saint, the work ethic of a horse, heart of gold.

You (Camino) get to treasure your dad's pre-war classic (Dodge)

but WWII (specifically the Communist Russians) took my grandfather's

1930s Mercedes Benz truck long before it was a classic. And by "took"

I mean stole at gunpoint. But it was for "the war effort"