I am having a blog block…..
Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Blog Block Understanders….
I was wondering if I should share?
I have been running into to things this holiday season that I always turned to my Dad to. Or in other words he always just it did for me. Like Dads do…..
For example, howl the holiday lights work outside. He had an entire timing system set up.
I don’t know howl that works.
I found myself crying in the basement today missing my Dad. Not about the timing system but just missing him and his Dad ways.
Grandpa made sure I could handle it. He told me howl to way back when he found great electricians. I have the same guys that installed what Grandpa designed coming over tomorrow. They are nice brothers that my Dad found for me. I know that now. The brothers are great.
Thanks for listening residents….
More Christmas lights later…Love, Cat, Chaps and Emma
Comments(16)
Oh Cat, the holidays always remind us of our loved ones and the roles they played during this time of year. The cry was good. We have to do that sometimes. Time heals but it never seems fast enough. Grandpa will always be missed. I’ll be thinking of you this holiday season and hope that you and Grandma can reminisce about the good times you had. How is Grandma?
I will be thinking about you this year as we will both have a sad holiday missing someone that we loved. They say it gets better with time but I do not believe it. It is OK to cry – I do it all the time. It broke my heart to find Paiges stocking and ornaments this year. I could not hang up any of the grandkids stockings this year and it is hard not buying presents for her. I am with you and Grandma in pain this year.
Thanks guys…
I just never had to deal with something like this. I know we all deal in our own ways.
Cindy and Judy…thanks so much…
cat
I sometimes take comfort in a special recipe or task, that my loved ones left to me or did well. I think those small things are a living tribute to their lives, and I always hug those memories close to my heart. You are in my thoughts , Cat. Your mom too.
ah…sharing is good…crying is good too…you do what you can…& what you are able too…& sometimes if the pain of memories is too great maybe it is time to make new memories…
you can’t replace the old ones but maybe new ones can help ease the pain of the old ones…
that is what i did…my old ones were very painful..¬ in a good way..so what i did was make new traditions for myself to make the holidays better & easier…
they can never take away what was but they can the new ones happier.
i created my own tradition of the baby jesus birthday cake for christmas & singing happy birthday because hey without it really there would be no christmas…(think about it) & on christmas eve i go outside & read from the gospels the story of christmas
i think grandpa would be proud of you no matter what you do miss cat
Thanks Debbie and Lois. I love both of your suggestions.
My Dad was the best Dad in the world to me. I see his memory in this home so much. He really loved this place…..
me
Cindy, Grandma is holding up pretty good. They were the type of couple who NEVER did anything without the other. We are so lucky to have each other. It really helps…..
Cat
Oh dear friend, this will be a tough time for you, Grandma, and your whole family. You just need to take the time to cry if you need to, laugh and remember anytime you can. Remember all those who love you. Plodding ahead is the best way you can honor Grandpa. And remember, a hound’s fur can absorb an incredible amount of tears.
XOX0
I know what you mean, my dad passed over 15 years ago, and I still find myself thinking that I should ask him about this or that. I think its what keeps them in forever in our hearts.
Hang in there, Cat. You are blessed to have your wonderful memories and an amazing father to miss.
Oh Cat….you had me tearing up over that blog. I know you must miss your Dad terribly! Holidays can be so hard, I hope you can reflect on all the joyous memories. I love that photo — he loved bassets so much. We love you and will be thinking of you and Grandma!
Bruce – the memories are so wonderful and so comforting. The electric bros came today and we had a great time talking about howl my Dad designed the entire lighting system. It was like he was addicted to cool lighting. Inside and out. I should take a picture of my kitchen at night and show it off. He would come up with the coolest ideas. The electric bros told me that Dad had them do stuff they have never heard of. Oh, I could go on and on.
He was amazing…
You are so right!
Cat
Hey Audra – Now this will really get you. He had a picture of Colby Chaps on his dresser. It is still sitting there of course. I was looking at it today. He called Colby Chaps his great grand hound. We would just laugh and laugh….
Cat
Oh my goodness….now your really making me tear up. I know Colby Chaps would of loved to sit in his lap! Mike and Jourdan are all into the lights this year too. We have 7 blow ups and lights scrynized to music. Grandpa would be proud!
Oh GP would have been so proud! He loved hearing all about you guys and the hounds! He also loved hearing all about your Mom and Dad’s hounds. He would sit in my office for hours and ask the same questions over and over again. I got annoyed with him on occasion but he never did. He just laughed which made me laugh.
My favorite memories are when he walked the kids every day. He would come into my office when he got home and sit for about an hour while I worked. He would doze off. The kids would be at his feet.
Nice memories.
One time I thought it was too cold to walk the kids and Dad was all “they will be fine!” But I told Dad that Chaps might get his man hood frozen because he did not wear underpants. My Dad looked at me so funny and I think that is hardest I ever heard my Dad laugh. So funny….
We had such fun.
Cat…
P.S. Chaps came home very cold in his nether regions! LOL!
Maureen – I totally agree with you about keeping them in our heart. Wow, 15 years ago for your Dad. That is a long time.
I totally get grief of a parent now. I got grief of a hound. So profound. But grief of a Dad that was the best, is overwhelming.
It is like my older sister says, “He was the first feminist I ever met.”
I think this is the best quote I have ever heard and it is about my Dad.
Sigh
Cat