The Men Who Live in My Memory

Those Who Helped to Shape My Life

My Dad was the first love in my life. It seems to me that all he ever did was work - but then supporting five women was no easy task. Yet, he was still a great jokester. He could tell you the biggest whopper and have you believing him totally, until you caught that twinkle in his eye.

I can only remember him losing his temper with me once - and I guess I probably deserved it. But, all he did was raise his voice that time and it completely destroyed me...I dissolved in tears at the very thought that I had disappointed him.

There were no boys in my family, but I was the tomboy who tried to make up for that. I still miss him and probably always will as long as there is a breath left in my body.

This was my soulmate, Denny. He came into my life much too late and left much too soon. He came at perhaps the lowest point in my life and it was like the sun coming out on an all too gloomy day. He came with a heart big enough to encompass and love a ready-made family and, family, to him, was everything. He had no enemies, for who could dislike a man so filled with compassion. I am thankful for the time I shared with Denny, but I now know, he was only on loan to me. He lives in my memory and I am a better person for having known and loved him.

My grandfather had that rare quality of being a child at heart all of his days. He could brighten our lives just by walking into a room. I never knew him to not have time for his grandchildren. He was always doing something for us and saying, "Now don't tell your grandmother" and, of course, we NEVER would! One time my sister and I broke one of the many figurines my grandmother was so proud of, but she didn't find this out until we were grown and gone from home, because Gramps meticulously glued all those porcelain fragments back together. He was in a sort of "love-conspiracy" with all his grandchildren - everyone should have the benefit of such a person - the world would be a better place.

Go Ahead to the House

Think Back

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