Merry Christmas, Dad!
Another holiday has come and gone without you. Thinking of you today. Wondering what you might be doing?
If you were here, I would give you some socks, underwear, and peanuts! I miss that. I miss our crazy gift exchange where we wondered what crazy gifts we would all get. I miss having a meal and laughing with you. I miss being able to talk to you.
I miss the rest of the fam too. Would be nice if we could all be together again.
Miss the old times!
These times now, are good, but definitely not the same. I am thankful for new traditions, but will always remember the old.
Merry Christmas, Dad.
I love you and miss you!
Sadly, Ed Sheahen passed away August 23th, 2008 at Appleton Medical Center. I have decided to maintain this blog as a memorial for my Dad. Please post as you wish, and remember him in your heart forever.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Winter Memories
It's been almost a month since I have written on here. The craziness of this time of year is to blame.
Many things this season have reminded me of my Dad.
Chex Party Mix-one of my Dad's holiday favs.
Snow-and the snow removal that comes with it.
Ice-Icing the sidewalks and the driveway while trying not to slip
Anything weather related reminds me of my Dad, especially winter weather. The cold never seemed to bother him. He always made sure: snow was shoveled, ice was melting, and the driveway was clear.
I haven't mastered the snow-blower yet. Usually, I shovel the old fashioned way and leave the hard stuff for my husband. As I complain about the snow removal, I am reminded of my Dad his obsession with it. A smile always follows these thoughts.
Many things this season have reminded me of my Dad.
Chex Party Mix-one of my Dad's holiday favs.
Snow-and the snow removal that comes with it.
Ice-Icing the sidewalks and the driveway while trying not to slip
Anything weather related reminds me of my Dad, especially winter weather. The cold never seemed to bother him. He always made sure: snow was shoveled, ice was melting, and the driveway was clear.
I haven't mastered the snow-blower yet. Usually, I shovel the old fashioned way and leave the hard stuff for my husband. As I complain about the snow removal, I am reminded of my Dad his obsession with it. A smile always follows these thoughts.
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