tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post8448938683799921073..comments2010-07-09T23:55:10.874-07:00Chad Harrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746094521505745793chad@bigexports.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-11255493101714585252009-04-17T10:27:00.000-07:002009-04-17T10:27:00.000-07:00Thanks! I thought the cw puzzle was kind of hard. I am not good at those. Good for your brain though!!Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655962137040892906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-83027353553630288852009-04-17T08:29:00.000-07:002009-04-17T08:29:00.000-07:00I love that I get these post directly in my email. You always have such great information. I also love the crossword game that you posted several weeks ago...fun!The Berry's Patchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01416679835910378508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-62955449357299496722009-04-16T17:26:00.000-07:002009-04-16T17:26:00.000-07:00Hi Sis! <br />I read through your older posts and the one on March 12 just got me. Thanks to all who commented. We are in a strange club together. Cousin Margeo's comment made me laugh and cry at the same time. I miss Uncle George too. When I was visiting Dad recently on my trip to Arizona, I tried not to cry when I was with him. But one time I broke down. I asked him to come with me in the living room to have "family prayer". It was just us two, but I thought he would be familiar with the term since family prayer was a constant in my growing up years. We sat on the couch and I started to cry. I didn't want to upset him so I said, "I'm sorry to cry but I haven't seen you since October and I've missed you so much Daddy." I put my head on his shoulder as he gently patted me. Finally I was able to squeak out a prayer. As I said each sentence, he would say "Yes". For instance I said, "We are so grateful for the healing peace of our Saviour, Jesus Christ". He said, "Yes". I said, We are grateful for the abundance of blessings in our lives. "Yes". He couldn't remember to say, "Amen" at the end of the prayer, but he seemed to know what I was praying about. <br />Another day I took him a little scrapbook I made of simple sentences and single pictures of our family. He read every word out loud, but only seemed to recognize himself and his brother Max. When we got to the last page, there was a picture of his youngest grandson, Ethan. He said, "Hi little guy!" Then he made this squeaky noise that has delighted all his children and grandchildren over the years. As he did that, he tickled the picture. I said, "Oh Daddy, all the babies love it when you do that!" Then he laughed the most joyous laugh. I laughed and he laughed harder because I was laughing. It was a real Giggle Fest. After that I sang his favorite song: "Day-O". He couldn't remember the words but enjoyed hearing it: "Come Mister Tally Man tally me bananas. Daylight come and me wanna go home." I told Mom that we need to write that as his epithat when the time comes. On the last day I was there, I was going to pick up Krista so she could take me to the airport (she shares Mom's car). On the way, I just had to go see Dad. The feeling was overwhelming. I wondered if he was napping at that time in the afternoon. But then I thought that God wouldn't prompt me so strongly if he was asleep. He was sitting in his chair when I got there. I said (as I always said when I went to see him all that week), "I am your oldest daughter Kathy from Utah. I teach school." Then quickly I told him, "I have to go back to Utah today but I had to tell you good-bye and you are the best Daddy I have ever had." He kissed me on the cheek and said, "Good-bye Sweetheart". I still feel that kiss on my cheek.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com