SusanofO -> RE: Yearning for people who have passed away at Christmas. (12/24/2006 2:04:37 AM)
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LA: The thing about talking about the people who have died is a good idea. My family does that, too (sort of, depends on their mood). My dad is freaking out lately, because lately when we've gone on family vacations and such, I've brought along a casette tape recorder to tape record his voice during these kinds of conversations. I will start out by saying something like: "Tell me what it was like when you were a little boy, and there was no tv, dad"....and he will just talk into it, even though he thinks it's "morbid". When we were small children, my dad was so maternal (for a guy) it was wonderful. Much, much moreso than my mother (who was Hitler-esque, shall we say, as far as her child-rearing techniques, much of the time. I miss a lot of things about my mother - her wit, her ability to hold an intelligent conversation, her charm, but - when I and my sisters were small, she wasn't exactly what I'd call maternally inclined). My dad is a big tough guy, (if he were "into" bdsm, he'd be a Dominant, I am sure) - but he has this amazing streak of empathy that is so wonderful to behold. Anyway - my dad used to get us all in his king-sized bed about an hour before bed-time, and then he would say to us: "Girls! It's story-time. Each of you name an animal, and I will tell you a story with all of your animals in it. You can even give them names, if you want." My father had such a fabulous imagination - his stories were great, and they went on for what seemed like hours (but of course, they did not). He made up songs about animals, too (he is a big nature-lover). He made up a song about an animal called: "Larry the snake", with cute lyrics, that we tease him about, today (he sang it for us a few years ago, on Thanksgiving - he even broke his old guitar out of the bedroom closet, so he could accompany it with actual music). My sisters and I used to tease my dad when we were girls, because he only had one hair on his chest. One time, my sisters and I named his one chest hair. We named it "Robert" (ha!). He also has a birthmark shaped like South America on his back, and we tease him about that, too. He claims he's never seen it, (even in a mirror) because he just "isn't all that curious" about what it looks like. When my father dies, a part of me will die, that will never, ever recover. I just know it. A girl, to me, is simply, totally and completely lost without her Daddy. My father worked at Boystown his entire career - and whenever people asked him if he minded not having sons, he would usually say: "Boys? Who needs boys? I see them all day long! Girls - especially my own - are so much more special." And then, we would all just beam (my sisters and I). He is a world-class hugger, too. Rayne: I am so glad you are spending Christmas with someone you love who loves you back. Family, or whatever is passing for family is just so important. I truly feel badly for people who have nobody (and I know some of those people, too). God bless and happy Holydays, everyone! - Susan
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