Everything reminds me of Dad...
...the rock 'n' roll reminds me of his exuberant spirit.
...the Vietnamese noodle bowl reminds me of his love for food and fun.
...my vegetable garden reminds me of, well, all of him.
Few words, many emotions, unpredictable tears as the days pass. We keep walking down the road.
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Cindy,
Just happened to check your Caringbridge site and noticed you had a blog. I have been praying for you and Becky and Lisa. God brings you to mind often ~ and I can only imagine how difficult this is for your precious family. God really broke the mold with your Dad -- he was one of a kind! I so enjoyed seeing the old 70's photos because those are the earliest memories I have of your family. (I also remember you girls did not like sauce on your spaghetti! That was circa 1970!) My prayers are with you ~ Blessings and love, Dana (Chiattello) Lavelle
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