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My husband died 19 years ago today.

Before I go any further, please know that I'm not looking for sympathy or claps on the back or anything like that.  This is just a "think piece."

Briton was 9, Hannah ten days short of 6 when he died.  When we had visitation here at the house, I was sure that they both had friends here, and that they were allowed to scoot around and be silly and giggle and have fun.  I don't think my mother ever fully accepted my reasoning for that;  she was a stone cold Prim And Proper And Dignity And Decorum type.

Over the years, both Briton and Hannah have asked me variations on the question, "What would Dad think of.  .  ."  Would he like who they were dating?  How would he react to what they wanted to do, or were doing.? My answer has always been that I simply don't know.  I don't know how he would have aged, how his opinions might, or might not, have changed.  All I've been sure about is that he would have loved them more each day than he had the day before.

As I've come across old photos and things recently, the flashes of Dale's and my life together are sharp and clear.  Then, on a day to day basis, our life then seems forever ago.  It seems like it's always been the children and me.

There is one thing I'm fairly certain of, though.  If he ever brought up my boxes of yarn, I could counter with the boxes of parts for his '54 Ford.  We'd be about even.


  1. I'm glad you have such lovely memories of your husband. Much love to you today.

  2. It's good to have memories. It's good that your kids got to know him through you. Hope you have a good day today.

  3. I agree - great memories. The end made me laugh (my husband used to have a 53 Willys Wagon).

  4. I think it would have been fun to hear about the yarn vs. car parts discussion. :-)

    I know what you mean about not knowing what he would think of things. I often wonder if my dad, who died when I was 13, would approve of almost anything I thought/did as an adult. In some ways, I'm glad I never had to find out, because I would hate to think of us not getting along.

    Have a lovely day with happy memories. You know Dale would expect nothing less. xo

  5. and my hubs had a 56 Ford, men and their toys oh yeah yarn but that isn't a toy! Warm wooly hugs

  6. Kim, Bless you and your family. I know you aren't looking for sympathy, but I have so much admiration for you. Losing your spouse is so so difficult. Big hugs. Time doesn't change your love for someone in your heart


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