March 4, 2010

remembering daddy

When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.

Because of you…

I know how to argue.

I give everyone I love a silly nickname.

I know how to take care of myself.

I don’t put up with nonsense from anyone.

I have compassion for the poor.

I am intrigued by the elderly.

I grew up reading a print newspaper every day.

I find companionship in cats and dogs.

I donate to charity.

I will always laugh at (and decline) giblet gravy.

I strive for perfection.

I value education.

I know how to cook a mean grilled cheese sandwich.

I despise cigarettes.

I have an amazing altar.

I light a white candle every year.

I make it very clear with people where they stand with me.

I am more open-minded about different races, religions and perceptions.

I have vivid dreams from time to time.

I smirk at wood-paneled station wagons.

I do not have any tattoos.

I crack up at Sanford and Son.

I will always have a soft spot for Texas.

I don’t let anything stand in the way of what I want.

Not a day goes by…remember your loved ones.

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time… It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.

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  • Jessica P.

    “I smirk at wood-paneled station wagons.”

    I do the same thing! :) We had many good memories riding that wagon…..all the ice cream trips after school…. <3 ya!

    • kimberlyloc

      amen sister! after-school ice cream :)

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