Domestic Bliss Report

Motherhood is hard work. If we don't stick together, we'll all fall apart.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

My dad wasn't overly complicated.

Which isn't the same as dumb; he sure wasn't that either.

He was an Irish "pray-pay-obey" kind of Catholic. He served two hitches in the Army (one in the Airborne and the other in artillery), took the GI Bill to get his degree in accounting but burned all of his gear when he got out.
He loved his children, was married to their mother, and had a hard time telling them "No." He was a Reagan Democrat and a Silent Generation member.

And he said more than once, "There's just something not right about someone who doesn't like dogs."

God rest your soul, Dad.


At 12:25 PM, Blogger Barb, sfo said...

With my sympathies and prayers....

At 5:54 PM, Blogger Heather said...

I'm grateful for your kindness, but my dad has been gone for 14.5 years. 'Sokay now.
It was more of a commentary on the religion of "peace" than anything, if you follow the link.

At 5:54 PM, Blogger Heather said...

Or did you mean the quake post?

At 7:15 PM, Blogger Blazing Cat Fur said...

Your Dad was right.

At 7:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Amen to that!


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