24 July 2007


Yesterday was an exciting, #3s first bday, and wrestling day, 1st anniversary of Pop's death.

On both fronts it couldn't have been a full year, but it has.

On Saturday night, '06, I talked dad, he was too weak to hold a conversation so I told him I loved him and goodnight. The next morning I called to see how he was doing and that the wife was in labor. He was asleep when I called, when he awoke he told mom he knew it was going to be a boy and that the wife and I would name it after him. He died about two hours later, fours hours after that #3 was born. We did name him after you Pop. I wish you could see him, hold him and watch him laugh. He is a great boy, you would like him. #3 is a lot like you Pop, he is fussy but will eat anything you put in front of him, and he may even be a lefty!

Yesterday I fixed a memorial meal, my dad's favorite: steak (fillet mignon), baked potato, garlic bread with two ice cold Bud Lights.

After supper we celebrated #3's 1st. The wife made a wonderful carrot cake, it had five large carrots! Here are the highlights:

The arrival of the cake
Didn't take him too long to get the hang of it.

The card was a bigger success than gifts, go figure.

Our best chance of getting all three in one picture
Now backtrack a few hours. Yesterday two woodworkers came to pick up wood to make us a new dining room table. The wood: it is cherry and black walnut. But there is more, the wood is at least 50-60 years old. My granddad had it in the basement, when he died my dad put in a shed, and when dad died I brought it up to RI. Dad and I were supposed to turn the wood into some nice pieces of furniture.I know that my woodworking skills are nowhere near where they need to be to make a focal piece of furniture and that my skills will not develop for a few years. In the meantime we need a dining table and my dad loved to eat. So we turned over the wood to Sylvian and Mark and we'll see what they come up with. The wife and I gave them complete artistic freedom to fashion what they so choose. The wood will be mixed, knots left in, checks held together with pins, etc. Sometime before the holidays we should have it!

Thanks to U2 for the musical benediction.

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other



We got to carry each other for 31 great years. Yeah we had some great times. Love ya Pop and miss you like crazy.

1 comment:

Ron's Thots said...

Happy B-Day #3, and my heart is with you as you remember your Dad. I never knew really understood the feeling of "bittersweet" until about a year after my dad had died. It was still bitter in the loss, but it was very sweet in the memories. Thanks for a great sharing.