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A glass of lemonade: Finding Dad in the sky, and the world stops spinning
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Monday, August 4, 2014. Finding Dad in the sky, and the world stops spinning. Our dad's here. We just need to know where to look. Not all that long ago, my sister Susan told me she sees our dad in the sky. I knew exactly what she meant. The moment he died, that's where I looked to know he was gone. The weather," he'd tell us when he knew we were scared, "is always changing.". Gone for a year. Even so, when I ...
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A glass of lemonade: October 2014
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Sunday, October 12, 2014. When it comes to laundry, I don't mind Step No. 1: Throw it all into the washer. After that, what little element of fun that might be construed from the process (and believe me, "fun" is a stretch of an adjective) disappears pretty quickly. I feel certain she wouldn't mind unloading that either. If you can't read the handwriting in my professional-quality photo, this is what it says:.
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A glass of lemonade: Folding in kindness
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Sunday, October 12, 2014. When it comes to laundry, I don't mind Step No. 1: Throw it all into the washer. After that, what little element of fun that might be construed from the process (and believe me, "fun" is a stretch of an adjective) disappears pretty quickly. I feel certain she wouldn't mind unloading that either. If you can't read the handwriting in my professional-quality photo, this is what it says:.
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A glass of lemonade: December 2014
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Wednesday, December 31, 2014. Mom and my brother Allan. The permeating smell was more than food; it also brought in plastic flowers and - pancake makeup maybe? That's neither good nor bad; just a statement of fact. But what I'm remembering now is the organ, and its steady stream of music serenading diners. At the helm was one Miss Inez. One song she played without fail was Tennessee Waltz. The next day, Mom c...
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A glass of lemonade: May 2013
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Sunday, May 26, 2013. When my father died, I stopped worrying, and began not taking myself quite so seriously. I started getting out more and sweating the small stuff less. I turned off negative comments from people who don't really matter, and instead focused on the positive (or at least constructively critical) ones of those who do. A third of the time? Posted by leslie barker. Links to this post.
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A glass of lemonade: August 2014
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Monday, August 4, 2014. Finding Dad in the sky, and the world stops spinning. Our dad's here. We just need to know where to look. Not all that long ago, my sister Susan told me she sees our dad in the sky. I knew exactly what she meant. The moment he died, that's where I looked to know he was gone. The weather," he'd tell us when he knew we were scared, "is always changing.". Gone for a year. Even so, when I ...
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A glass of lemonade: Reveling in the rhythm
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Sunday, November 30, 2014. Reveling in the rhythm. The day before Charlie and I were scheduled to run the Turkey Trot. He volunteered to be a guinea pig - excuse me, research subject - at IEEM. Five hours after the test began, I went to pick Charlie up so we could pick up our race packets at Luke's Locker. As the researchers were removing the various leads, Charlie asked about exercising. The day before and b...
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A glass of lemonade: July 2013
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Tuesday, July 23, 2013. Circling back and dancing (however clumsily) forward. My father died on July 23, 2012. It was a Monday, and for awhile thereafter, we tapped out time's rhythm by that day: One week since Daddy died. Two weeks. Five. Eight. So what happens the day after a year has passed? Will I smell chili and not immediately think of the pots of it (and the mess) he'd make while we in Colorado? Maybe ...
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A glass of lemonade: Crossing the finish line
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A glass of lemonade. Squeezing life's sweetness.despite seeds in my throat, and juice in my eye. Saturday, October 5, 2013. Crossing the finish line. My son and I don't often - as in we never - run together. We had great plans to run the half. Portion of the White Rock Marathon (as it was called back then) his senior year of high school. But Charlie did something to his knee while playing volleyball, and while the details elude me, I do recall that not wearing knee pads was a significant factor. When Par...
