Wednesday, January 27, 2016

RIP Sharky

On this day twenty-five years ago my dad died.  It doesn't seem like he has been gone that long.
I still hear his voice, his whistle, his singing.  I remember how he smelled the last time I hugged him.
And even though it has been 25 years, there are days I miss him so much that the tears stream down my face.

I thought about him this morning as I drank my coffee. He would be proud of our little farm and he would adore the grand kids, and great grands that he never got to know...his message to them would be the same one he taught me and my  You have to love one another.  He truly lived the golden rule.  He was the kindest person I have ever known.

I feel the sadness, and the hole that was left in my heart when he died.  But, I am grateful for his love, and wisdom and the life skills he taught me.

RIP Sharky


  1. It has been more than 30 years since my father died. I too can smell him every now and then. I miss him but also hold fast to the many wonderful memories.

  2. Your dad was wise to give so much love. He would want you to fill that big hole that you feel with all the love you can pack in there. His love lives on as true love is eternal.