I always promised myself that this blog would never become an online journal, and I remain committed to that promise. So I will say only that I am offering to my dad's life and memory the same toast he always gave us:
"Lang may yer lum reek, yer willy dreep and the skin of yer belly trip ye."
{Long may your chimney smoke ie, you have a house and the means to heat it, your "willy" be functioning and may you have enough food that your belly is so big it trips you.}
Cue "Scotland the Brave" on the bagpipes for the man who fulfilled one of his life's dreams by having his photo taken next to the Archie Bunker and Edith chairs at the Smithsonian.
My Dad
1939--2006
5 comments:
I'm so sorry, E. I send you strength and good thoughts. Love, April C.
EP -
All my love and support to you and your family -
Love,
MCC
Here's to your dad, E.
(from another 39-er!)
What a lovely tribute from a daughter who loved her father. I pray you will find the strength to cope with your loss. Sincerely, Dubious Quality's Mom
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
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