I did not know my father very well. He died when I was five. I remember a few things...him singing The Tennessee Waltz to me, me trying to open his mouth to find his chewing gum, and crying at the back door while the babysitter tried to comfort me. I remember him walking across the back yard to come to me. He was working and heard me crying. That's it. I remember him lying in the hospital, and his funeral. Not many memories. However, I always remember his birthday. I was wondering today if he ever thought about his daughter remembering his birthday's each year. Today would have been a big one.
My daddy would have been 100 years old today. Happy Birthday Daddy...
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Hang on to those few, sweet memories, Beverly.
...touching post.
xoxo
Don't know what to say. Such a journey we are all on in the great world.
Thinking of you this day.
Blessings sent your way.
Oh my gosh! What a tender post. And the Tennessee waltz - I love that song.Thinking of you.
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You don't have many memories, but you have some good ones. I should get Tennessee Waltz for Nikki Dee. We do Waltz Across Texas a lot; it's our dance. :)
I had my daddy longer than you. Mine died when I was 22. Bless your heart. I'm so glad you have those memories to hold onto.
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