how "smitten" I was the first time ever I saw his face...
the love he had for his family and how proud he was of his children...
how much time he spent with them...playing, instructing, emphasing how important it is to be honest..to treat others fairly, to give of yourself, to be a "good sport", to respect your elders, to say "ma"am and sir", that it was okay for boys to cry, to never forget your mothers birthday,
I remember how, in the early years of our marriage, he persevered at a job that he did not like...that kept him away from home, that paid very little..he stayed year after year for seven years, because he was responsible and would not take chances with the well fare of his family....but years later he would talk about that period in our life and how much he learned from it...
his love for this country...how much he enjoyed the opportunity he had to travel and see it...
his love for dogs, the University of Texas, camping with his boys, the pride he had in his home, the way he would wear the same 'ol sweatshirts for years, his respect for George Bush (both of them)...
how much respect and support he gave me...
I remember his tenderness and his toughness...
and I cry...
It recently occured to me that not only did I lose my husband, my children lost their father...a father they all adored. I've been so absorbed in my own grief that I've not considered theirs...
I must remember that.
....this sad, little face lost his PaPa Peete
He is so beautiful. blessings
ReplyDeleteI can hear Bob talking about all these things. Thanks for bringing the memories of those stories to my mind too. I miss hearing Bob talk and laugh, but I miss you too. We can't wait to see you. I hope it will be soon.
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