Wednesday, February 2, 2011


I would just like to share some of my favorite memories of my dad as they popped into my mind.

My daddy was always very involved with his kids.  i would always look forward to power outages because me and my little brother and my dad would play games.  One time in particular, the power went out later in the evening.  I remember my dad going downstairs and finding an old oil lamp and some oil to help light up the house.  He put it on the kitchen table and grabbed a pack of cards.  We played poker (texas hold 'em as I recall) for hours by candlelight, poker chips and all.  Those were always such fun times.

I remember how fun the winters would be with my dad.  One time, me and my little brother  went outside sledding in our backyard.  We were having a good time, and my dad was shoveling off the roof and our deck.  He was just about to go in, I'm quite sure he was exausted.  But, me and my brother begged my dad to come sledding with us.  He said he was too tired and went inside.  We were dissapointed but we understood.  About 15 minutes later, my dad bounded out in his snow clothes, all set to play with us.  He always put our happiness before his own deserved rest.  I am certainly going to miss that.

Well, I'll end for now,but I'l be sure to continue wrting these out whenever i remember them.  

1 comment:

  1. Hey Mary. Found your blog through the ALS Forums and read a few posts. I am 28, and my father died of ALS febuary 9th this year. I am also writing a blog about how that is, you can find it here:

    I like these memories. You should write more of them. Do you know the writer Joe Brainard? You can find more on him here: He wrote these short books called "I remember", "I remember more", and "More I remember more". They are excellent. You don't have to read them in order to use them as inspiration though. The way they work is that they have all these short paragraphs beginning with the words "I remember". If you would like to try it, I can really recommend it. I think I will do so soon, and post what comes out of it on my blog. Example:

    I remember how the skin on his hands felt when I was a child. Dry but thick. They felt the same way when I held them at the hospital. Not like sandpaper, but thinking of them makes me think of sandpaper.

    I remember how he cried when he got his electrical wheelchair. It was difficult for him that he had reached that point and could not go back.

    And so forth. I just wrote the above, but will use them again later, when I take the time to write it. At the moment I should be doing something else, but I just found your blog and thought I would say hi. Hope you have good people to talk to to get you through this. I will link to your blog from mine.