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[Dora]

Oh I love sapphires! My birth stone!

Oh Kimby what a precious memory indeed. I love your stories. It made me cry. I just don't know what else to say. Just sitting here thinking of this wonderful man you call daddy.

[ciny]

awww kimby how precious i like the fact that your dad made them for you
making me cry.
what pine said to about the sapphifres my bithstone to i love that stone it is so prity thanks for shring.

[ciny]

I have another about Dads but this dad is a little diffrent this dad was bolth my mom and my dad,

My Father left us when i was around five years old in and out of our lifes didnt see to much of him.

My mother had to be the mother and the father and the soul bread winner of the house she did the best job she new how to do.

God equiped her to do this Job her mother passed away when she was seven so she was with out a mother some of her older sister and brothers took care of her and her younger brother who was three.
and her father. there was 10 kids in all.

God got a hold of her and saved her soul and my fondest memorys are her being my second suday school teacher and watching her being transformed in to a Godly woman of God watching God replace the anger and rage in to a woman full of Godly love.
and when we did mean things to her she has a hart of compstion like Jesus has to forgive.

[Dora]

Ciny you were blessed to have a Godly mom! I think perhaps that a huge part of how you became who you are today.

Ten kids!!!! Yikes! She's a saint!

love ya...Thank you for sharing.

[ciny]

Hi Pine my Grandmother had 10 kids my mom has three wish i could have met her i asked my Grand pa what she was like and he told me to look in the miror and you will see her she passed when my mom was seven
sis love ya

[Dora]

That's so cool Ciny!

One one of my returns home I ran into an older woman who walked up to me with a smile and said I know you! I thought how can you possibly know me, I live 900 miles away and haven't been home in years. She said you the grand daughter of, then said my grandmothers name. I stood there stunned. Then finally asked how did you know. She said I looked just like her. What a wonderful treat to carry a resemblance of such a special woman hu?

Take care.

[morningrain]

Hi Pine and everyone. Great thread, been sitting here reading,

Thinking back i really can't remember anyone certian memory with my dad. There is though i really miss about my dad. We really have a father/ daughter till i was an adult and lving away from home. Our relationship was more a unspoken one. My dad was a huge teaser as long as i can remember, so you really had to know how to tease back. Got to a place when ever we sat at the table with the family and stuff me and my dad was the ones who cracked everyone else up to the point they would be ready to roll around on the floor laughing. My mom would be the one standing back with a little smile on her face shaking her head, most likely silently praying, "Lord forgive them, for they know not what they do."

Great Thread!

Love ya
angel

[Dora]

Sitting here picturing your and your dad making everyone laugh while at the kitchen table. Wish I could of been there. Sounds like a wonderful time.

Glad you shared. I enjoyed it.

[kimby]

Its time for another memory...and time to explain why this thread is so special to me and why you have all had to read a bazillion memories of my father.

On February 23 at 7 am, I was awakened by a phone call. The caller id displayed that it was my mother. Even half asleep, in that split second before answering I knew it wasn't good. Her words? "Now, don't jump on a plane, but daddy's had a stroke." The next 24 hours were full or tears and fears, phone calls and planning...and in the midst of it all going on with the work at the youth centre with only my boss knowing.

Mom didn't want me to fly home. We had talked about this when I first started traveling overseas. There was nothing I could do, I wasn't to come. I was desperate to get back, but she wasn't having it. Finally at 11 pm she gave her blessing for me to catch a flight the next morning.

My friend picked me up at the airport and drove me straight to the hospital. I was only able to see dad for a few moments. Those moments were the start of a journey that has continued until today. I spent five weeks in the states with my mother and father. During that time I learned that my father's stroke was massive. The type he had has an 80% fatality rate....add to that the severity and location of the one he suffered and doctors tell us he shouldn't be here today. He spent 2 weeks in ICU. 2 weeks in a progressive care unit, 5 weeks in a continuous care facility, 2 months in a rehab hospital and continues daily outpatient therapy even now. He battled infections, was on a respirator for five weeks, lived with a feeding tube for 2 months and most recently was struck by a seizure.

Through it all he has been a model patient. He generally uses a wheelchair, but has persisted in learning to walk with a cane so that he can go in and out of restaurants and around the house without the chair. His mind was unaffected, but his speech was all but destroyed, and yet, he still finds ways to express his amazing sense of humour! I pray for a full recovery against all odds. I want my daddy back.

Now, I promised you a memory. When he was in ICU I sat by his bed holding his hand for ten hours a day. I think the nurses actually put in his chart that his daughter was clingy! He was sedated much of this time due to the ventilator....but somewhere in there I know he knew I was there. How? My pigtails. I kept my hair braided in two pigtails during much of this time. When I would have my head near him and his hand felt one of my pigtails he would reach for it. The amazing thing was...somehow, even sedated and with his eyes closed, he knew I would never just have a single braid, never. Whenever he captured one braid in his hand, he always stretched until he reached the second one and then closed his hand around the two together. He still knew I was a two pigtail sort of girl!

[Dora]

Oh my goodness! So sad but yet so beautiful.

What a precious memory indeed. I am certain he knew you were there. No doubt in my mind at all.

Thank you for sharing.

[kimby]

Think I am long overdue...
Mom always despised Christmas, but Dad never let her attitude affect him. I wouldn't say he loved the holiday, but he always was laid back and kept the house in peace. My mother was allergic to the dye in wrapping paper so at some point in my childhood that task fell to my dad. I remember he would lock himself away for hours. Not sure if he was that slow of a wrapper or if he really just enjoyed the uninterrupted tv time in the back bedroom! I know mom did almost every bit of the picking and shopping, but I always loved that he took the time to sit and wrap each gift so carefully for me.
Lately I have found it very hard to call home. Each phone call is draining. I put them off as long as possible...but with today being Christmas, I knew I needed to call.
Whenever I call, my mom and I always talk and then she will hand the phone over to my dad for a few minutes. I have been heartbroken at the end of the last few calls because he wouldn't say, "I love you" or give me a 'hug' over the phone the way we have for years. I knew it wasn't the stroke because he had been up until that point.
Today when we went to hang up I got both. No better Christmas gift then hearing my dad say, "I love you, too."

[Dora]

Oh my goodness!!!!! Thank you Jesus!!!!! Ahhhhhh I'm in tears here! Oh If I could hug you I would! And squeeze you till you turn purdy colors.

Thank you for sharing sis.