Archive for the ‘Rememberances’ Category


The thing I didn’t get to say today . . .

In Rememberances on November 24, 2007 by Queue

“Gosh, dad, 60. So, how does it feel to officially be old?”

Happy Birthday, Daddy. We miss you. Thanksgiving just isn’t the same without you and your chocolate cake.



Happy Thanksgiving

In Family Tales,Rememberances on November 23, 2006 by Queue

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. It’s also Nov. 23. Dad would be 59 tomorrow. In honor of the fact that Thanksgiving is also Dad’s Birthday, the ENTIRE family and assorted friends are gathering with us for Thanksgiving dinner – and since it’s been a family tradition since long before I was born, we’re having chocolate cake with chocolate icing for dessert. It’s different, definitely not your typical pumpkin related pastry, but it’s us. And with a crowd of 30ish, I’m making two of them.

Sadly, and perhaps ironically, I really don’t like chocolate cake, but this is for dad’s Birthday, and we didn’t grow any collards this year, so we had to do something.

Happy Birthday Daddy. We love you.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I’m thankful for you, and all my other blessings.



I don’t have the words

In Rememberances on July 7, 2006 by Queue

I really need a happier post after all this . . .

The Lindle family needs our prayers . . . their son Ben, a fixture at Asbury College and founder of the Lexington Kid’s Choir has left this world.

Sweet, gentle, “Big Ben,” you will be sorely missed.


A Quiet Drive Home

In Rememberances on June 24, 2006 by Queue

“Well I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control”

It’s quiet in the truck, and traffic is light. Not many folks around, just me and the radio

“‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.
‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 2

The whole wedding was a bit of a blur, it was sweet, and fun, and great to see all those folks. Bit said she couldn’t look at mom, too many tears.

“To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.”1

So apparently I have now run out of whatever’s been keeping my mind on happier things.

“Would it help if i turned a sad song on
‘All by Myself’ would sure hit me hard, now that you’re gone

It’s been just over three months; mom’s alone in the house for the first time since it happened. I wonder how she’s doing?

“It’s gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I’ll never get over you by hidin’ this way”

I still walk into their bedroom and talk to him, tell him what’s up . . . at least say “good morning.”

“‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.'” 2

Some details are fuzzy . . . did it happen before my quarterly review? Did I get to hear him say he was proud of me? Did he say “That’s great gooz?” He would have. Who all came? So many people said so many sweet things. There was that stupid shopping cart – I need to get the dent in my door fixed.

“God has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.” 3

I miss my daddy.

“Let it fall like rain, from my eyes Tonight I wanna cry.”

1 Tonight I Wanna Cry, Keith Urban
2 The Velvelteen Rabbit, Margery Williams
3 The Problem of Pain, C. S. Lewis