Re: [Unschooling-dotcom] Condolences for Liza; dads
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In a message dated 2/14/03 4:05:37 PM, jana@... writes:
<< When I lost my dad, I was devastated. My thoughts and prayers go with you.
You will never stop missing him, but you will learn to live with it w/o
crying most of the time.
It's been almost twenty years and still I cry. Today is my dad's birthday. >>
{{{{Janis}}}}
My dad was great. His brother died last year, my last favorite relative on
that side, my Uncle John. He reminded me lots of my dad, and could always
tell me stories about my dad or when I was a baby.
My dad died of arthritis and complications of medications when I was 24.
That was too soon for me. I missed him for a long time, especially when my
car broke or when I saw an old truck and didn't know what make it was or how
old it was. My dad and I used to play guessing make and model of old pickups
we'd meet on the highway. He knew them all, and was teaching me, but I could
see better and sometimes identified one before he could see enough detail to
know. It was a big thrill when he's say "RIGHT!" or "CLOSE! '57."
My dad's name was Kirby Lynn Adams. He went to WWII as a teenager, but the
war ended when he was on a ship on the way to France. He served in the
occupation. He was a welder, did metal buildings and trailers, and could fix
just about any machine. He couldn't read very well, and his writing was
hard to read. He should've been a lefty, but school wouldn't allow it. He
was very talented in mechanical and spatial ways, and was healthy and strong
until arthritis (probably work related, from breathing (and ingesting and
being coated in) ground mica and sericite when he worked for a mining company
for a while, taking care of their machinery and trucks and building whatever
equipment they needed.
I have lots of fond memories of time with my dad.
Sandra
<< When I lost my dad, I was devastated. My thoughts and prayers go with you.
You will never stop missing him, but you will learn to live with it w/o
crying most of the time.
It's been almost twenty years and still I cry. Today is my dad's birthday. >>
{{{{Janis}}}}
My dad was great. His brother died last year, my last favorite relative on
that side, my Uncle John. He reminded me lots of my dad, and could always
tell me stories about my dad or when I was a baby.
My dad died of arthritis and complications of medications when I was 24.
That was too soon for me. I missed him for a long time, especially when my
car broke or when I saw an old truck and didn't know what make it was or how
old it was. My dad and I used to play guessing make and model of old pickups
we'd meet on the highway. He knew them all, and was teaching me, but I could
see better and sometimes identified one before he could see enough detail to
know. It was a big thrill when he's say "RIGHT!" or "CLOSE! '57."
My dad's name was Kirby Lynn Adams. He went to WWII as a teenager, but the
war ended when he was on a ship on the way to France. He served in the
occupation. He was a welder, did metal buildings and trailers, and could fix
just about any machine. He couldn't read very well, and his writing was
hard to read. He should've been a lefty, but school wouldn't allow it. He
was very talented in mechanical and spatial ways, and was healthy and strong
until arthritis (probably work related, from breathing (and ingesting and
being coated in) ground mica and sericite when he worked for a mining company
for a while, taking care of their machinery and trucks and building whatever
equipment they needed.
I have lots of fond memories of time with my dad.
Sandra
coyote's corner
Thank you so much for bringing your dad to meet us.
My dad was actually my step-dad. He & mom married when I was four. He
adopted me and used to say that I was his through and through. He was quiet,
hardworking, strong and funny! His sense of honor was amazing. He spoiled my
mom. He was devoted to her and me. He was crazy about my kids. He went far
to soon. I miss him still. His name was Harry Mooradian. His mom was a
survivor of the Armenian genocide. He was the best.
-----Original Message-----
From: SandraDodd@... [mailto:SandraDodd@...]
Sent: Friday, February 14, 2003 7:23 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: [Unschooling-dotcom] Condolences for Liza; dads
In a message dated 2/14/03 4:05:37 PM, jana@... writes:
<< When I lost my dad, I was devastated. My thoughts and prayers go with
you.
You will never stop missing him, but you will learn to live with it w/o
crying most of the time.
It's been almost twenty years and still I cry. Today is my dad's birthday.
My dad was great. His brother died last year, my last favorite relative on
that side, my Uncle John. He reminded me lots of my dad, and could always
tell me stories about my dad or when I was a baby.
My dad died of arthritis and complications of medications when I was 24.
That was too soon for me. I missed him for a long time, especially when my
car broke or when I saw an old truck and didn't know what make it was or how
old it was. My dad and I used to play guessing make and model of old
pickups
we'd meet on the highway. He knew them all, and was teaching me, but I
could
see better and sometimes identified one before he could see enough detail to
know. It was a big thrill when he's say "RIGHT!" or "CLOSE! '57."
My dad's name was Kirby Lynn Adams. He went to WWII as a teenager, but the
war ended when he was on a ship on the way to France. He served in the
occupation. He was a welder, did metal buildings and trailers, and could
fix
just about any machine. He couldn't read very well, and his writing was
hard to read. He should've been a lefty, but school wouldn't allow it. He
was very talented in mechanical and spatial ways, and was healthy and strong
until arthritis (probably work related, from breathing (and ingesting and
being coated in) ground mica and sericite when he worked for a mining
company
for a while, taking care of their machinery and trucks and building whatever
equipment they needed.
I have lots of fond memories of time with my dad.
Sandra
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My dad was actually my step-dad. He & mom married when I was four. He
adopted me and used to say that I was his through and through. He was quiet,
hardworking, strong and funny! His sense of honor was amazing. He spoiled my
mom. He was devoted to her and me. He was crazy about my kids. He went far
to soon. I miss him still. His name was Harry Mooradian. His mom was a
survivor of the Armenian genocide. He was the best.
-----Original Message-----
From: SandraDodd@... [mailto:SandraDodd@...]
Sent: Friday, February 14, 2003 7:23 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: [Unschooling-dotcom] Condolences for Liza; dads
In a message dated 2/14/03 4:05:37 PM, jana@... writes:
<< When I lost my dad, I was devastated. My thoughts and prayers go with
you.
You will never stop missing him, but you will learn to live with it w/o
crying most of the time.
It's been almost twenty years and still I cry. Today is my dad's birthday.
>>{{{{Janis}}}}
My dad was great. His brother died last year, my last favorite relative on
that side, my Uncle John. He reminded me lots of my dad, and could always
tell me stories about my dad or when I was a baby.
My dad died of arthritis and complications of medications when I was 24.
That was too soon for me. I missed him for a long time, especially when my
car broke or when I saw an old truck and didn't know what make it was or how
old it was. My dad and I used to play guessing make and model of old
pickups
we'd meet on the highway. He knew them all, and was teaching me, but I
could
see better and sometimes identified one before he could see enough detail to
know. It was a big thrill when he's say "RIGHT!" or "CLOSE! '57."
My dad's name was Kirby Lynn Adams. He went to WWII as a teenager, but the
war ended when he was on a ship on the way to France. He served in the
occupation. He was a welder, did metal buildings and trailers, and could
fix
just about any machine. He couldn't read very well, and his writing was
hard to read. He should've been a lefty, but school wouldn't allow it. He
was very talented in mechanical and spatial ways, and was healthy and strong
until arthritis (probably work related, from breathing (and ingesting and
being coated in) ground mica and sericite when he worked for a mining
company
for a while, taking care of their machinery and trucks and building whatever
equipment they needed.
I have lots of fond memories of time with my dad.
Sandra
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In a message dated 2/14/03 5:37:56 PM, jana@... writes:
<< His sense of honor was amazing. He spoiled my
mom. He was devoted to her and me. He was crazy about my kids. >>
Henry Mooradian sounds like a great guy!!
Sandra
<< His sense of honor was amazing. He spoiled my
mom. He was devoted to her and me. He was crazy about my kids. >>
Henry Mooradian sounds like a great guy!!
Sandra