Re-post.....

.... I spent most of yesterday evening telling and re-telling stories to The Missus about My Old Man..... she'd heard most of them before, but she listened all the same....

.... I left home when I was 17 - and stayed gone - living abroad, serving my country, doing what anyone does - until the day I picked up the telephone to hear that he was ill....

.... two weeks later I had quit my foriegn job and was on an airplane back to Tennessee.... I had just turned 29 years old.....

... I spent the next five months with him nearly night and day until he passed away..... and this year - more than any - I miss him very much....

... happy Father's Day, sir.... you are loved and missed....


Re-posted from 2010
.... I've always thought of my Dad as a quiet, confident, gentle man..... capable of just about any feat, strong, fit, and smiling...... his presence is definitely missed when the family gathers for their annual holidays.... even now - nearly ten years on - the old men of the family still grouse at the lack of freshly brewed coffee at my Mother's house after the meals..... "no coffee?," they grunt, "if Marion were here we'd have fresh COFFEE after dinner!"..... and thus it goes as they sip their sweet tea and fumble with their toothpicks........

.... I think that after he died my Mother stowed away his old coffee maker..... and now her house is as barren of coffee as the Mongolian steppes are of Tennesseans......

.... in any case, over this past Christmas the family gathered at my Mother's house for dinner, and I was given two grainy photographs of my Dad from back in the day......

.... good god, folks..... one of the photos is from just before he left to join the Marine Corps around 1965.... and the other is from theatre near Phu Loc with 1st Shore Party Battalion circa 1966-67......

...... you know, sometimes I think my Father thought he was Elvis....... I mean, just check these out....

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.... give them a click if you wish to have a closer look........

.... my goodness, it seems so strange to think that I am cut from that same bolt flamboyant cloth......

by Eric on June 19, 2011 | Bullshit (1) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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Eric,
Yep. Slight family resemblance.

Bullshitted by Jerry in Texas on June 22, 2011 01:23 PM