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Father's Day 2009

Father's Day 2009 Silent words Filled the space You used to occupy Our first Father's Day without you... We visited your grave And said a prayer But, to me You are not there You are In my daughters smile In my eyes In Tommy's laughter In Bernadette's wit In Billy's business sense In Mary's compassion In Jane's loyalty In Mommy's devotion And most of all you are In all of our hearts. Peace - Rene While I was at the cemetary today, I noticed many families enjoying the break in the rain and sitting at the plots of their husbands/fathers who have passed, in their lawn chairs. Spending a quiet Sunday with loved ones reading the paper. Just because their spouses were not here anymore didn't make them any less "loved". A family of brothers stood on their newly deceased father's grave and shared a beer with their Dad. As they would have on any other Father's Day. Older widows mingled with younger ones and helped them plant flowers. I was touched by how friendly and giving and open people are in cemetaries. A common bond shared. A welcoming community brought together by the departed. I remarked to my sister about Mom having a new set of friends "from the neighborhood". I could imagine her introductions, " Rene this is Helen her husband is buried in the plot next to Dad's." "You may as well become great friends because you're stuck with your neighbors." Another first for us as a family, first Father's Day without Dad. But just because he's not here anymore doesn't make him any less Dad. Peace - Rene

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  1. The links to your poems are coming up broken, for some reason. (Could be me -- just upgraded to IE8.)

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  2. I'm getting "page error" as well, Lady Rocks...
    Thanks for the father's day greeting, though!
    I'll be back to read the poems-- I know you'll fix the broken link.

    (...Um... nah. I better let it be...:)

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  3. Sorry, about the broken links...I think Dad wanted me to post something differnt!


    Peace - Rene

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  4. I couldn't follow the links either; I keep getting a page error.
    I'll be back when you've fixed the link... look forward to the poems, m'Lady...
    Thanks for the father's day shout...

    slainte!

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  5. SORRY THE DUPLICATE-- THE WINDOW WAS OPEN WHEN I LOGGED OFF, AND I THOUGHT I HADN'T COMMENTED...

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  6. Bless your heart sweet Rene. What a wonderful way to remember you precious dad. May your day be blessed.

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  7. This was such a sweet Father's Day tribute to your dad. I love how you opt to see your dad in the family around you. Thank you for being so transparent and beautifully you.

    Blessings - Debbie

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  8. I'm sorry your Dad is gone, and glad you love so beautifully.

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  9. That was a lovely tribute to your Dad. Thank you for sharing it.

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  10. Lovely, Rene...just really lovely...
    xx

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  11. Rene,
    glad you could be there,
    though i'm deeply sorry
    for the reason.

    love all the places
    where you see him...
    nice.

    the tears are a tribute.
    each is sacred, worthy.
    xo, C~

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  12. Rene...simply lovely and beautiful.

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  13. The Dad's are our keepers, yes?

    They kept us, now we keep them in our hearts.

    Very nice Rene.

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  14. Rene,

    I'm so glad you had a good Dad, overall but am sorry for your loss during this time.

    A lovely post nonthe less. Hold on to that treasure found in your daughter's smile, in your eyes, and so on.

    BTW, jsut read your "life from the cheap seats" comment. Very funny. Just like you.

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