tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260829363033106433.post769884649137145532..comments2023-10-24T06:05:21.090-07:00Comments on The Good News Column: Fear Of Losing My Dadrenaedarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14430692292916265420noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260829363033106433.post-9488833447248139442011-09-25T06:52:13.244-07:002011-09-25T06:52:13.244-07:00I thoroughly enjoy your writing and, having lost m...I thoroughly enjoy your writing and, having lost my parents, I was really moved by this wonderful post about two wonderful parents! God bless!Richardhttp://www.whitecollarcrimeingeorgia.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260829363033106433.post-75579512847292496652011-09-24T10:53:53.701-07:002011-09-24T10:53:53.701-07:00I write this heartfelt column about my dad, and th...I write this heartfelt column about my dad, and this is what I get. Huh! Did you read the part about MOM? And reread it? I sure hope so. No worries, you have made your wishes clear as to what you want on your actual obituary...."The Old Man is Dead" - dad, sometimes you are such a weirdo. But, since you will probably outlive us all, you may want to write your own five words. Your Daughter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260829363033106433.post-89443666162862908922011-09-24T00:01:25.035-07:002011-09-24T00:01:25.035-07:00Seems like I am reading my obituary. Huh! I will ...Seems like I am reading my obituary. Huh! I will still be around long after they have<br />gone with age. I will receive my sorrow, and they will leave me all alone. Where are all my friends gone. They have passed on to their maker, becoming scarce and few of them around.<br /> <br />The very few around will be gone soon, the ones that are not will be as stubborn and cantankerous and as busy as I, with too much to do yet, to die. Like me to busy and no time to be around them or want to, and this is-versa. We have a lot of work squeezed toward the end, like a cake decorators glove.<br /> <br />DadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260829363033106433.post-31795537878104587452011-09-23T16:56:42.413-07:002011-09-23T16:56:42.413-07:00My dear friend, you never cease to make me smile. ...My dear friend, you never cease to make me smile. Yes, you know my dad better than most...although I doubt he said "frickin" but thanks for keeping it clean. He is not one to mince words and he is fearless. Thank you my friend, your words are simply beautiful. He will appreciate them, he reads every one of my columns and comments. Love, RenaeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260829363033106433.post-66324911281951437202011-09-23T16:21:12.316-07:002011-09-23T16:21:12.316-07:00The apple did not fall far from this tree...
Neur...The apple did not fall far from this tree...<br /><br />Neuropathy shmropathy...your Father today is about 22 times the man most guys will ever be, and this thing hardly slows him in comparison to the couch potato people we are raising in this country. The guy is amazing. Hell I am still not walkin' 2 miles a day myself, but perhaps if I had a little of that VO for the journey, I might be motivated a little more...ahem. The thing about your Pop is that no matter what his legs are doing, his mind is racing like a thoroughbred. He has probably forgotten more about engineering, science, inventing, computer programming, chemicals, business management and entrepreneurship than most people will ever glean in a lifetime. The guy is like Wikipedia on wheels...name your subject...ask the question and you will get one strong opinion, a historical reference, 2 comparable situations, constructive advice, a verbal jab and 2 pearls of wisdom to boot. It is no wonder fledgling entrepreneurs want to adopt him. One thing about him that will stick with you... his soft spoken and subtle demeanor...sort of like a thermal nuclear event...with a smile and a laugh and a cuss word or 2. So he got dealt a shitty card with this shmoropothy thing, lucky he has a full house, and royal flush up his sleeve..and your wonderful, wonderful Mom. The guy is probably made of kevlar, and if I was in a bar fight, I'd still feel better if he was behind me. Your words were written with the deep love and appreciation only his kid could muster, but it doesn't take his tiger blood running through your veins to appreciate who he is, regardless of whether he can beat you in a foot race...and by the way, my money is still on him. <br /><br />If it isn't obvious...the friggin' guy is my hero. <br /><br />And I quote: "yasonofabitch, yagottajust getoff youfrigginass and get your fingers in there first in business, and THEN once your fingers are in there...yacommit the rest of yourself yaknowwhatImeandammit? Now get out there and dosomething with yourfrickinlife"<br /><br />Advice taken sir...<br /><br />Nope, the apple does not fall far from the tree...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com