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Freedom's Just Another Word...
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Freedom's Just Another Word... I find it very ironic that my Daddy, my sweet precious Daddy, found his freedom from pain and earthly suffering on the 4th of July. How like him to slip away, not with a bang of fireworks, but with softly mumbled hard fought words, "I love you, but I'm tired now". Fifteen minutes later, he was gone. My heart left confused at the various feelings, relief that he hurt no more, abject sadness that I will no longer make silly faces with him, no longer giggle when we wiggle our ears together, no more holding his tiny hand in mine and squeezing three times when words would not come, and no more yelled out, "ME TOO", when as my Mom would end our phone conversations and he'd hear her say "I love you", and he'd quickly yell out "me too" as if to reassure me that even though he'd not talked to me, he did indeed still love me. Afraid that I'd forget that. As if I ever could. I was a lucky, lucky to have been blessed with a man such as he as my Daddy. And so I offer, in a paltry way at best, words that are not nearly big enough, or strong enough to pay tribute to my Daddy. Dallas H. C was born in 1929, the baby of 18 to a simple farming man. He was a sweet freckled face boy who at the age of 12 had to quit school to take over farming because his Daddy broke his leg in a real bad way and could not do the work. He was inducted into the Army at the age of 23, and married my Moma before he left, because it was the time of the Korean Conflict and one just never knew. After a couple of years they moved back home and he found a job that would last 30 years working for the government as a carpenter. He worked for over 50 years turning raw wood into beautiful pieces of art. He lived his life in fairness, compassion, love and honesty. He taught his that color did not make the man, that truth was always the right way, that everyone deserves a second chance, and that if something was worth doing, it was worth doing right. He laughed with joy always, he teased with a gentleness that made you smile, he spanked my ass when I needed it, and he loved his wife so powerfully that when the end came his only regret was that he had to leave her. He lived his life in such a way that at his passing, the line to pay last respects went out the door of the Chapel and the stories were varied and sweet to hear, with an overwhelming theme of, "without Dallas helping me that time..." He lived a good, full bountiful life and he was a good man. I will miss him. I will grieve him. I will strive to always honor him with my words and more importantly, (as he taught me), with my actions. Thank you to all my friends, near and far, met and unmet, for your words of comfort and for that space in your heart where you held me when I needed to be strong. Life is a cycle, this we all know, and even now in this time of sadness, new life waits to make it's appearance. I've not mentioned it here before because it just didn't seem the place...but as you celebrate the life of my Daddy with me, even now I am about 10 days, (give or take a couple), away from welcoming my first grandchild. A boy. A boy who will bear the namesake of his great grandaddy. Call me silly or delusional, but I like to think he is even now having that "man" talk with my daddy before he makes his appearance here. I will be there to welcome him and my heart will once again be full of Joy. Life is beautiful...yes? Blessings...  I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. ~Marilyn |
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What a beautiful post. I am sorry to hear of your loss. The timing of his namesake's arrival has to be a sign of the good karma your Dad obviously spread. XO MJ
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Life cycle indeed  ...take some moments to reflect...and keep on going...
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He lived a full and rich life... sometimes, it's just time to go... Sending you love...see you soon... {=} Just a little food for thought............. If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you... {=}
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A beautiful tribute.. gives me a 'happy' Irish wake feel, keeping on smiling!   "You can't fix stupid...."
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*deep sigh* I was so glad to meet your Daddy, even tho I did not get to meet him when he was alive, through you, I knew him. As I told you when I was with you when you went back home, I don't have the words, only my actions to show you how sorry I really am. I was welcomed in your mothers house, by your whole family, I grew to love them as I do you in my short time there. Imp, I am so sorry your lost your daddy, but he is looking down right now, smiling, thinking what a wonderful treat your daughter has in her belly, a grandson, for you to love and spoil rotten. I know I don't have to tell you this, I love you...and you mean the world to me. See you soon my friend.
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You are a phenomenal women, born and bred of phenomenal folks. Mr. Dallas has gone on to greater service now, after imparting his wisdom onto Little Dallas (as well as the wigglin' ears schtick) ... and all is well in the world. Of this I have no doubt ... and we are blessed that it is so. Your words ... your beautiful, beautiful words ... are everything. I love you so. *gentle, strong hugs* Welcome, Little Dallas ... Welcome, welcome! /  This is my blog - [blog _Safira]. There are many like it, but this one is mine. RECOMMENDED READING: A F F The Only Site For Me
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Knowing that THIS day was one of extreme joy for you... the cycle truly does continue..... sending congrats and much love always... Your Mother Goddess {=} Just a little food for thought............. If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you... {=}
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TY...and hope to hear your world settles down soon.
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