Guest guest Posted October 13, 2009 Report Share Posted October 13, 2009 Wow what a terrific word picture you've painted for us Stefani...I just enjoyed some quiet moments with you & your Dad! >> I see the 'remember when' thread has taken yet another turn... this time to fond memories of dads. My father passed in 2004. I was tagged as the oldest to do the family eulogy for my dad. It was kind of a mixed thing. I miss my dad so very much. He was a solitary, outdoors-man. My mom would have card club on Sunday afternoons and my dad would be "stuck" with the 4 kids (4 of us born in 5 years, two girls, 2 boys). My dad never complained, he simply incorporated us into his favorite activities. My dad liked to hike in the woods and go fishing. He didn't want a lot of chatter as this was his "zen" time. All four of us learned to "play by his rules", and came to cherish that quiet time. We also got to know more about my dad by what he didn't say and what he shared with each of us. I love wild wintergreen, I know where to look for forest treasures, how to appreciate the drumming of a pheasant, soak in the aroma of leaves in the fall. I know what it is to sit quietly in a small boat as the water tickles the hull of the cold aluminum hull. I know what it is to wait patiently for the nibble of a fish on the bobbered line in the water. I know what it is to clean my own fish and cook it up. These are some of the small "life's lessons" that have become my fondest memories. My father hated funerals, so in his honor, I did a 3-5 minute eulogy. I spent 3 days agonizing over the words. I ran it by my two brothers and my sister as it was a gem of those memories that my mother was totally unaware of. I still miss him, but I sense him in nature all around me in those quiet times when I look at storm clouds, hear the rustle of leaves, feel the cool waters in a lake or stream. His soul is there, where it always has been.> > Stefani 61 year old Utahn> ILD 2/2006, NSIP (cellular) 6/2009, UIP 9/2009, Diabetes II 2/2006, Sleep Apnea 4/2009> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 14, 2009 Report Share Posted October 14, 2009 Stefani, a truly lovely and loving memoir. Thank you sharing. It evoked my own memories of my dad and brought a few tears of remembrance. Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine To: Breathe-Support Sent: Tue, October 13, 2009 7:51:46 AMSubject: from memories to dads... I see the 'remember when' thread has taken yet another turn... this time to fond memories of dads. My father passed in 2004. I was tagged as the oldest to do the family eulogy for my dad. It was kind of a mixed thing. I miss my dad so very much. He was a solitary, outdoors-man. My mom would have card club on Sunday afternoons and my dad would be "stuck" with the 4 kids (4 of us born in 5 years, two girls, 2 boys). My dad never complained, he simply incorporated us into his favorite activities. My dad liked to hike in the woods and go fishing. He didn't want a lot of chatter as this was his "zen" time. All four of us learned to "play by his rules", and came to cherish that quiet time. We also got to know more about my dad by what he didn't say and what he shared with each of us. I love wild wintergreen, I know where to look for forest treasures, how to appreciate the drumming of a pheasant, soak in the aroma of leaves in the fall. I know what it is to sit quietly in a small boat as the water tickles the hull of the cold aluminum hull. I know what it is to wait patiently for the nibble of a fish on the bobbered line in the water. I know what it is to clean my own fish and cook it up. These are some of the small "life's lessons" that have become my fondest memories. My father hated funerals, so in his honor, I did a 3-5 minute eulogy. I spent 3 days agonizing over the words. I ran it by my two brothers and my sister as it was a gem of those memories that my mother was totally unaware of. I still miss him, but I sense him in nature all around me in those quiet times when I look at storm clouds, hear the rustle of leaves, feel the cool waters in a lake or stream. His soul is there, where it always has been.Stefani 61 year old UtahnILD 2/2006, NSIP (cellular) 6/2009, UIP 9/2009, Diabetes II 2/2006, Sleep Apnea 4/2009 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 14, 2009 Report Share Posted October 14, 2009 Steph.... again, what wonderful memories. Thanks for sharing. Hugs to you and yours. MamaSher; 71, IPF 3-2006, OR.Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there! from memories to dads... I see the 'remember when' thread has taken yet another turn... this time to fond memories of dads. My father passed in 2004. I was tagged as the oldest to do the family eulogy for my dad. It was kind of a mixed thing. I miss my dad so very much. He was a solitary, outdoors-man. My mom would have card club on Sunday afternoons and my dad would be "stuck" with the 4 kids (4 of us born in 5 years, two girls, 2 boys). My dad never complained, he simply incorporated us into his favorite activities. My dad liked to hike in the woods and go fishing. He didn't want a lot of chatter as this was his "zen" time. All four of us learned to "play by his rules", and came to cherish that quiet time. We also got to know more about my dad by what he didn't say and what he shared with each of us. I love wild wintergreen, I know where to look for forest treasures, how to appreciate the drumming of a pheasant, soak in the aroma of leaves in the fall. I know what it is to sit quietly in a small boat as the water tickles the hull of the cold aluminum hull. I know what it is to wait patiently for the nibble of a fish on the bobbered line in the water. I know what it is to clean my own fish and cook it up. These are some of the small "life's lessons" that have become my fondest memories. My father hated funerals, so in his honor, I did a 3-5 minute eulogy. I spent 3 days agonizing over the words. I ran it by my two brothers and my sister as it was a gem of those memories that my mother was totally unaware of. I still miss him, but I sense him in nature all around me in those quiet times when I look at storm clouds, hear the rustle of leaves, feel the cool waters in a lake or stream. His soul is there, where it always has been.Stefani 61 year old UtahnILD 2/2006, NSIP (cellular) 6/2009, UIP 9/2009, Diabetes II 2/2006, Sleep Apnea 4/2009 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 14, 2009 Report Share Posted October 14, 2009 Dear Stefani,I loved what you had to say about your dad. Your words paint a beautiful picture. PJ in OH, 54, IPF'09, Sjogrens '95 from memories to dads... I see the 'remember when' thread has taken yet another turn... this time to fond memories of dads. My father passed in 2004. I was tagged as the oldest to do the family eulogy for my dad. It was kind of a mixed thing. I miss my dad so very much. He was a solitary, outdoors-man. My mom would have card club on Sunday afternoons and my dad would be "stuck" with the 4 kids (4 of us born in 5 years, two girls, 2 boys). My dad never complained, he simply incorporated us into his favorite activities. My dad liked to hike in the woods and go fishing. He didn't want a lot of chatter as this was his "zen" time. All four of us learned to "play by his rules", and came to cherish that quiet time. We also got to know more about my dad by what he didn't say and what he shared with each of us. I love wild wintergreen, I know where to look for forest treasures, how to appreciate the drumming of a pheasant, soak in the aroma of leaves in the fall. I know what it is to sit quietly in a small boat as the water tickles the hull of the cold aluminum hull. I know what it is to wait patiently for the nibble of a fish on the bobbered line in the water. I know what it is to clean my own fish and cook it up. These are some of the small "life's lessons" that have become my fondest memories. My father hated funerals, so in his honor, I did a 3-5 minute eulogy. I spent 3 days agonizing over the words. I ran it by my two brothers and my sister as it was a gem of those memories that my mother was totally unaware of. I still miss him, but I sense him in nature all around me in those quiet times when I look at storm clouds, hear the rustle of leaves, feel the cool waters in a lake or stream. His soul is there, where it always has been.Stefani 61 year old UtahnILD 2/2006, NSIP (cellular) 6/2009, UIP 9/2009, Diabetes II 2/2006, Sleep Apnea 4/2009 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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