Memories never fade and hopefully will never be lost. What we hold in our hearts is there to stay. Good or bad thoughts are there and brought up and thought about throughout your lifetime. Some make you laugh and others will bring tears.
I lost my dad October of 2006. He was only 54 years old.
My memories of him are pretty simple. He worked all the time, Smoked like crazy...Loved his flip flops and Loved to gamble..He also didn't care what he said to people. He laughed alot and just went with the flow.
I cannot believe it has been this many years already. I bet even with the ciggerette prices rising he would still be smoking...And walking around with his oxygen tank... :(
Have you ever looked at people's hands??? I do all the time and for some reason it seems like hands can tell a story. My dads hands were rough and callased...firm and hard...Strong and Bold....But do you know when my son was born those rough hands looked soft and delicate when he was with Nathan...And it seems they could dance the day away.