WALKER TALK: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

Thursday, May 14, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

Monday was my Father's birthday, he turned 74. I took him out to eat at Tempanyaki's. We had a great time there. The food was good and our chef was so funny.

I just can't get over that my parents are as old as they are! In my mind they are still 50 something. I feel so blessed to have my Dad around still. When they diagnosed his leukemia they gave him 7-10 years to live and 11 years later he is still with us. My Father has always been there when I needed him and he has been the person I have turned to with so many of my problems. I love you Dad. Happy Birthday!

1 comment:

Steve and Jen said...: Such a nice tribute to Dadio! I so agree with all that you said! HE"S FANTASTIC!
Uh, what is mom doing in that picture?
FUNNY!; May 22, 2009 at 11:19 AM

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ANOTHER PICTURE FROM BEAUTIFUL HAWAII

THANKFUL FOR MY IRISH ANCESTORS

I never knew how much Irish ancestry I had until my wonderful Aunt Carol wrote this awesome history about my Dad's ancestors. There are still 8 castles partially standing over in Ireland that belong to my ancestors. Most of them (14 of them) fought in the Revolutionary War so that I could enjoy what I have today. There is also some tie to Bunker's Hill and Breed's Hill.

St. Patrick's Day never used to mean much to me until I knew my ancestry. Now I take time to think about them a little bit more during that time. I am grateful to them for being so brave and courageous to leave so much of what they had to come to America and start new. I am somewhat what I am because of them. I can't wait to thank them in person some day.

THE TWO SIDES OF WINTER

Have you ever noticed that there are two sides to winter? There is the beautiful side. The sun shining on the snow on a crisp morning. The silent snow falling in the full moon. The quietness that a snowy night brings. I love so much about winter and the fun and beauty that it brings. But there is a sad and lonely side to winter. When we were coming back from the cabin the other night we rode through the desolate camp grounds. The picnic tables where barely poking their tops through the snow. Somehow it made me sad and lonely. I realized then that winter has two sides to it.