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Lonely is the Home Without You
The Poem I Read at Dad's Funeral
Dad's Obituary
Published in the Florida Times-Union, August 21st, 2007
Announcement
Mom had these cards made up for the funeral guests
Special Mass
Neighbors Holly & Barbie dedicated a Mass to Dad
Special Mass 2
Mom's Friend Charles Prince and His Wife Dedicated a Mass to Dad in Wisconsin
Special Mass 3
Our Friends the Connelly's and the Rozo's Dedicated a Special Mass to Dad
Uncle Jack's Poem
My Uncle Jack wrote a poem he dedicated to Dad
Nephew Peter Robinson's card
Mom received an outpouring of sympathy cards from around the country
Dad's Tree
Dad had a tree planted in his honor
Dad's Star - Who left the light on? I did!
I had a star named after Dad for all eternity
Macon Football Team 1944
Dad is on the upper right, #55 (17 years old)
Macon Basketball Team, 1945
Dad is standing just right of the coach
Dad always loved a good restaurant
Good Times at Applebee's
Mom & Dad with 2 of their 9 grandchildren
Mom & Dad, 2001 with Nicolina & Sydney
2 comments:
Since dinner was an expensive night out for a family of six, we would often go to breakfast on a weekend or holiday. The first thing Dad always wanted was his cup of coffee.
After that, he inevitably asked every waitress, "Is your sausage links or patties?" We used to tease him about that. But Dad liked his patties, no doubt about it.
Even after his quintuple heart bypass surgery when he was in his seventies, Dad still enjoyed his cholestrol-laden sausage patties. And why not? He lived to enjoy the little pleasures in life like his cup of coffee and sausage patties. And he lived well past the age of life expectancy for males.
So in his wisdom, he did things right.
And he always ordered his eggs sunny-side up, probably to match his sunny-side up personality. Dad took everything in stride. When life threw him a curve ball, you'd never know it. He kept on going strong with that easy smile and pleasant charm of his as if nothing was ever wrong.
Yeah, he did things right.
And I'm sure he's enjoying some heavenly sausage patties right about now.
I remember meeting Aunt Fran and Uncle Harold at the restaurant in the Resort 66 on Anna Maria Island. Uncle Harold loved the grits there. Not sure what made them so special.
He also liked Morrisons Cafeteria in Sarasota.
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