This is making me cry. I don't want to forget my grandpa. He died when I was thirteen.
My grandfather. He died a couple years ago, and Christmas has never been the same since.
My kids called him Hopper. I knew him as Dad.Sending love,Wendy
My dad, too. He passed away in 1999.
My Mom and Dad. It's been twenty-five years and I miss them still.
My brother-in-law. He died five years ago and was the glue to our family.
My grandpa. He died just before I got married and wasn't there to see it. I have great memories of him, though!
Awwwwww. I'm trying to keep my chin steady. It wants to turn into an oatmeal cookie and go crumbling. My daddy, who drank himself to death when I was ten. He was the sweetest, funnest guy ever. I know he's waiting for me in Heaven. I'm saving the first dance for him.And my step-dad, who died last year. The second dance is for him.
I don't ever want to forget my grandmothers. They are a part of who I am.Sending prayers for your healing.Teresa
My mom died at age 57. Very sad when I want to call and tell her some news of the day....
I think of my grandparents. OFTEN. I don't want to forget either.-FringeGirl
I never want to forget myself. I have ignored me for far too long.
Wow. A punch in such a short post!My dad as well. Gone for...12 years now.Patti
My Granny. She passed away on May 29th of this year. She was and still is my heroine of all time. A woman who lived her dreams of love, laughter, and the true meaning of life. She held 7 grandchildren, 14 great-grandchildren, and 3 great-great-grandchildren in her gentle arms before leaving this Earth. We hold her forever in our hearts.
Hi Janna -My beloved husband. While the grief has abated, I still miss him. He was my best friend.Blessings,Susan
I wouldn't want to forget anyone who has left a positive impact on my life. The question I often think about is whether or not I've made a positive impact on someone else's life.(hugs)
I love that photo of your mom and dad.
*cleans glasses* well i'll be darn....that is an awesome photo of YOU and don :P
You won't forget.I don't want to forget anyone. They all have their special places in my heart.
I never, ever will forget my Mom and my late husband. These two Christian, loving people were two of the greatest blessings in my life.No matter how long your loved ones are gone, the grieving never ends.
I don't want to forget all the special moments in my relationship with God. Sometimes, I'm so afraid I will forget them. I try to write them all down, but I don't/haven't always.
I love these tender words, and that amazing picture. For me it's my Aunt Bea, the first person I knew for sure loved me.
My best friend. He died when we were 16 in a car accident. I now use his name, Scott, as part of my pen name. Thus, Duane Scott.
I am so sorry for your pain and loss. I too know that kind of hurt. I hope time helps you heal.In January. I lost two people who left me within days of each other. My Auntie Lynne for whom I was named after and our son Tyler who was only 28 years old. Tyler had another mom who left him when he was six. I took her place several years later and I loved him with all my heart. I miss his smile and his laugh. Each day that passes brings a tiny sliver of acceptance but there are moments...Bless you.Susan
My grandfather, who died nearly two years ago. I miss him so much.
Been wondering how you're doing, Janna. What a beautiful way to go about your day, remembering your dad and telling him you love him.
Thinking of you.I miss my Dad so much.
I don't want to forget my grandfather. He died almost two years ago on New years day. He shot himself. Everyday I feel like i'm forgetting more and more about him. And not only that. but, I'm scared that one day I'm going to get a call saying my grandmother is dead too.
Thanks for stopping by, Anon. Thinking of you.
I don't ever want to forget my dad's belly laugh.
Me too. I miss him so much. He was the best Dadai EVAH! I don't want to forget his laugh. And his truthfulness. And his love for me.
My husband died last year, Dec 13th, just one month after being diagnosed with cancer. Every day I tell him that I love him and miss him, and every night I lie awake in bed, wishing he was still beside me. A piece of me died with him that day--I will never again be the person I was before his death.
That is such a sweet photo! I never what to forget my mom.
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