It was such a proud time in his life. But the restaurant didn’t survive. And he had to go back to work for other people. But everyone he he’d ever worked with came to Mom’s funeral. From twenty years of restaurant jobs. That’s how many lives he touched. Thank you for being a friend golden girls poster. Because even if he was a little gruff Dad was always kind. He was always giving. And even if he wasn’t the most emotionally expressive, he was always there. He always showed up for my stuff. More than that. He always took an interest. A few years ago I decided to study archeology, and he’s become enthralled by it. Sending me articles. Asking me details. I think he has this idea of himself as a grouchy old man especially now that he’s alone. But that’s not how I see him.
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Not at all. A few weeks after Mom’s death, he sent me a text saying that he didn’t know who he was anymore. And I wrote him back: You’re my dad. Thank you for being a friend golden girls poster. When I lost my mom, my father was never the same again. Similar story, Mom was the extrovert, my father was her opposite. Oh how he depended on her. He went into depression. He just didn’t know how to live without her. He soon followed and passed away and his passing was sudden, but painless. He died of a broken heart. There is such a thing, now I believe. I miss them so, my heart hurts.