Wednesday, February 23, 2011

WBW #26

This Way Back When Post has been on the back burner for quite some time.
The words just won't come, but my eyes well up with tears each and every time.

My father was a much handsomer man than this picture portrays.
He was a man of few words just like his father before him.
The shy/quiet gene has been passed on to his grandchildren,
each of my siblings and I have a shy/quiet child.
Will it continue into the next generation?
I do believe there is at least one great-grandchild so far
that fits the bill, although they are pretty young yet to tell.

My Dad inherited his father's love of gardening, which was then
passed down to my brother Steaven, my sister Martha & I, skipping
only the youngest child in the family.
Two of my four daughters, share this love of gardening
and one of my sister's enjoys growing flowers.

As I read back over the post, this is not what I intended to write at all.
In fact, I think I said it all once before......
The words are stuck inside my head and in my heart.
Someday, maybe the words I want to say will  just pour out naturally.
Until then I will just say,.....
This is my Dad and I miss him today and every day.

1 comment:

Meghan said...

I am thankful that I inherited the gardening gene!