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Comment by dream moon JO B on October 29, 2012 at 4:36pm

i ment pooly storyas typin erer it woz my dad used to tak em ther wen i woz a kid wen i woz abot 3 yer old i fell in ther chasing after a swan but kids do tht at tht age my dad did the same him self at the sam age my mum told me wen i woz a kid abot 6 or 7 wen we went to put flowers on my grand parents grave i saw these emty gravs a lot of thm and i asket mum shall i pick sum flowers to put on thm graves but mum told me the jews graves they dont put flowers on 

Comment by Storyas Fawnfeather on October 29, 2012 at 8:55am

I don't think I know what poly means.  That was really nice of your dad to draw that picture for you.  He was a good artist.  It looks like he did that in pen, and that is the hardest way to draw, in my opinion.  You can't erase.  If you make a mistake, you've some how got to make it work in the picture.

Comment by dream moon JO B on October 29, 2012 at 8:30am

i thnk it woz a sponser name on 1 of the football teams storyas i thnk i woz poly at the time my dad drew tht his did a few pitchers ill try and dig thm out again and post thm on hear 

Comment by Storyas Fawnfeather on October 29, 2012 at 2:02am

jb - your dad drew that?  I didn't know he was an artist.  You must have gotten your talent from him.  It is quite a nice drawing.  He did the facial features real nice.  Did he do it for you when you were sick - was it a get well card for you?  Why does he have Sharp on the shirt?  I only ask, because Sharp is my last name since I got married.  You have a very talented family.  Your dad made a very nice picture.

Comment by dream moon JO B on October 28, 2012 at 4:06pm

i woz looking at fotos of 80s thngs on line and starting looking at amish peple and i liket tht 1 i did my dad wud of liket tht 1 2 he wud of its geting to me now tht thy hav all the xmas stuf in the shops coz it woz my dads tim of yer he loved xmas and his food im seaning all the selecsion boxs and tins of sweats and tins of biskits and i start fealing sad coz no dad to buy for he loved all sweats i dont no how he woz not dibetik all the sweats he at and ice cream conetos wen my mum brot thm in he wud hav 1 in the mornin 1 after dinner sum timess 1 at tea time and 1 at supper time this is 1 of my dads drawings he did for me in 1993 i allways try to keep good drawings safe i put in 1 of thm pockt thngs

Comment by Casandra Porter on October 27, 2012 at 8:56pm

Thank you, Storyas! 

Comment by Storyas Fawnfeather on October 27, 2012 at 8:53pm

Casandra - when my mom died, I had a dream a few days later.  In that dream, my mom was laying on this dark blue couch we owned when we were kids.  She sat up and looked at me.  She was wearing the same dress I took her to the hospital in, but it was clean instead of having vomit all over it.  And her stomach was not swollen like it was when I took her to the hospital.  It was flat again.  She looked much younger like your dad looked much younger.  She looked at me and said, "I'm feeling much better now."  Then, she either left or I woke up.  I don't remember which.  I think they are young and healthy again on the other side.  I think that is why you saw your dad that way.  I am sorry you are having a hard time.  Eight months isn't that long really.  I was still heavily grieving at 8 months.  My dad has been gone 18 months this month, and i still am grieving.  It's better than it was at 8 months, much better actually, but I am still grieving.   Like I said in my earlier post about seeing Neopolitan ice cream at the story yesterday and started crying cuz it was my dad's favorite.  I don't know how long it takes, but it does get a little easier every month.  Blessings to you my dear.

Comment by Casandra Porter on October 27, 2012 at 8:45pm

It's been 8 months since my father passed and some days are better than others. The last few days, I just found myself thinking about him often. Then last night I had a dream and he was sitting there across the table from me smiling, looking like he did when I was younger and he was much more healthier. We didn't say anything, we just smiled at each other. I knew he was checking up on me, letting me know he was still around even though I couldn't see him or talk to him. And while it is still hard for me every time I dream about him, it made me feel so much better that I did have that dream. I know the pain of losing him will never go away but I am glad I am learning how to deal with it better than I have been. I can actually talk about him more now and that makes me happy. I would be terribly sad trying to avoid conversations about him and/or about my feelings about him. Just thought I'd share how I was doing since it's been so long since I actually posted here. 

Comment by Storyas Fawnfeather on October 27, 2012 at 8:14pm

Hi Jb - please tell me the story behind that picture you posted.   I know how you feel about your dad's chocolates.  I can't eat a Kit Kat today cuz my dad loved them so much.  I found a wrapper once in his stuff after he died and I put it in my box of his stuff that I was keeping to keep it.  I just could not throw it away, because I knew his beautiful hands had opened it and his mouth had enjoyed the chocolate inside.  I need to start writing letters to my mom and dad and taking them and pictures to their grave site.  They both loved pictures so much.  My dad's cat that lives here with me loves to sit on my lap even if the keyboard is there.  He's not much for music though.  I've never seen him respond to that.  He likes to sit in front of the tv though and bat at the moving things, but the sound he doesn't seem to care much about.

Comment by dream moon JO B on October 27, 2012 at 4:08pm

thnks storyas i hopee u do start drawing again i like to wear the led out of pensils toll ther is no led left if the woz a crim on over usin pensills i wud be in jail today i saw the selecsion boxes with all the sweetsin my dad loved and i thort my dad wud love thm but his not hear any more evry choklite he liket woz in th selecsion box evry tim im seanin thm is making me feal sad it duze wen my dad went we wote him letters to put in the coffen and put fotos in and betin slips in the under taker peplel wer lovly thy dresses him lovly to -=[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[xd90ccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccx and u can sea lucy has jumpet on the key pad tht must be catlangrige i dont no if any 1 else has cats tht liket to type she like to lison to mickale jackson music she purse wen shes hears his song on the radio or tv i dont no if any 1 has cats tht like music i no dogs do

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