Tuesday, March 3, 2009

THINKING OF MY DAD

I have been thinking of my Dad a lot lately and seem to have so many things that come up in daily life that makes me think of him or want to talk to him just to ask him a question or two.  Brady talks about him almost daily and loves to say I wonder if PaPa did this or liked this to when he was my age?  I am so glad he has fun memories of him and thinks of him and knows that we will see him again one day.  We just had Grandparents Day at school on Friday and it made me sad to know he couldn't be there with Brady but I know he was there in his heart for sure.   Below is a picture of my Dad when he was a little boy that is in our front office a lot of people think its Brady when they first see it.  I never really noticed it till this past year but Brady has my Dads hands and a lot of his personality.  I just love that and feel so blessed to have had such a wonderful Dad.  I have some more fun pictures of Grandparents Day but haven't downloaded them yet I will try to soon.  I have been getting ready for our Junior League Banquet this Thursday and am running in circles!!!  

3 comments:

carolinagirl said...

What a sweet post! I've been thinking of my dad a lot lately too. I don't want my boys to forget him. I know I won't ever forget him, but I don't want to forget what it was like for him to be here with us or what his voice sounded like...the little things, you know?

I do see the resemblence to Brady in the portrait.

linda said...

How wonderful and beautiful that you think so highly of your Dad...that truly can be rare in this day and age.

Kristy said...

Brady really does look like your Dad. Cyndi I know exactly how you feel. I also know that it is different to because you cant hug your daddy anymore but I miss my momma so much, I know I can hug her, but it is as if she really isnt there anymore. I would love to have a real conversation with her and now I wished I would have kept track of that kind of thing because I cant remember what our last real conversation was about and it just haunts me. I can hug her and I do, she is so different now and I hate alzheimers , I hate hate hate it, it is a thief that comes every night and steals a little bit more . But we do have our memories and they are precious arent they.

Love and blessings, Kristy