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Sister L<3ve

Sister L<3ve

Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again.
Alex Tan (via fleurlungs)
The less I needed, the better I felt.
Charles Bukowski (via beautiful-ambition)
God needed him

I look at your picture and I just wonder. I often do. I sure do miss the heck out of you. I believe I’ve come to know what true love is and about losing it too. I often get a lump in my throat when I think of you. I can easily hear you calling my name telling me to stop doing something that a three year old mischievous child would do. You’d have a stern, but loving tone. And you would grab me and hoist me high with your powerful arms. Yeah, that would be you. All strong, powerful and jolly laughing heartily of my little three year old follies. My sisters often spoke of you and mom would tell my brother and me of how you were and the things you liked to do. When you left I was three and he was two. Well, what to do?
God needed you. Mom would say when I ate chicken I reminded her of you. And I would smile and wonder some more of what it was like being you. “Daddy” my sisters would say and then I would be all ears stopping my play. Your girls loved you I’m sure you knew, and your two boys that only got a piece of you up to age three and two. Sometimes I find myself wondering of the many things of you … like did you ever use the word “Dude” or if you liked grape kool-aid just like I do. Or what kind of subjects you favored in school. Or if you called my brother Keith, “Keithie” like my sisters do, or how many times you balanced us both on your knees like strong dads do. I am sorry you never saw how I grew. Your little boy now stands at over six feet two. Wow! thirty- four is young to leave this world, but I bet God had a reason to take you from your two boys and four girls. And I know you loved the short life you lived. And mom said you would whirl in the air all us kids …with your might like you did. Thirty-four! Dad I already hit that age, in fact all your kids did. And now I have a kid too who reminds me of you. You should see him pop, he is so much like you. He’s strong and a good family dad, and he’s built just like you. And me too, we both have your arms and mom would tell me of all your loving manly charms. Like how you called her “babe” and would run your fingers through her and my sisters hair. I do that too dad! I’m just like that, I swear. Aw pop, we are alike in so many ways. Makes me proud I’m your your boy every day.Yeah Dad, I sure miss you some kinda blue. And my three year old memory keeps you inside me all new. And when I’m alone in my car on a cruise I picture how you would grip the steering wheel. And when you climbed in bed would you let out a yell. I kinda do that at times when I’m feeling good. I even had trouble staying quiet in church like I should. Back when I was a kid. Dirty I would get for sure, yep I did. And mama and the girls would yell at me too, but I know if you were around you would say, ” aw let the kid go out and play, nothin wrong with a little dirt on his shirt.” Yeah I bet that’s what you’d say, and I would say “thanks dad” and be off for more play. That and a whole lot more would have been great dad. You would have taught me how to grow faster in becoming a man, dad…and to work harder, and given me more “man” knowledge than I had, dad. I did learn, but I gotta say dad, I spent some time getting burned dad. And my kid? He’s a good kid and he’s really cool. I know I keep saying it, but he’s a lot like you. I wish you knew him dad in this present day, strong and solid like you with a handsome face. I always see you in him, and I’m so glad too. We go together me and him, just like me and you. Your girls helped mom like you would have wanted dad, they helped raise me to become the man I am dad. Oh man, you’d be proud of my sisters, yep you’d be glad dad. And my brother Keith your youngest? Aw dad you would be so proud of what he accomplished. Another family man yep, a chip off the old block. He walks tall and proud he’s got three in his flock. Remember he was just two when you hit your heaven clock. Well Daddy, boy I wished I got to call you “Daddy” around age ten, I heard I did when I was three, when I didn’t come quite up to your knee. But then again—It’s okay, cause I know you loved me and you knew I loved you, cause I was little and I looked just like you. My arms, face and legs built just like you. I miss you dad, I keep saying it. Don’t wanna make you feel bad by over playin it. I know you in heaven and you reading this. And you feel my love while your hearing this. But Dad, I’m good, please know this. So many thoughts for me to try and list. But one thing I do know I always have you with me and your picture, well I look at it constantly. So, I just wanted to tell you a few things. Kinda went long I know, but I’m your kid and you know what that brings. And that’s another thing dad, I am one sensitive, nostalgic cat, do I get it from you? Haha, oh yeah I’m sure of that. Dad, you were some kinda wonderful I know. All your friends, my uncles and my aunts told me so. I’m just so happy to be apart of you, you know? And dad, I know you have always been watching over me. Right there during all my travels and things, lending a silent shoulder for me to lean. Yeah that’s you dad, always there through my fears dad. I’m not gonna cry dad, although sometimes I do and did. Well dad I was just a kid. But I never got mad dad. I just kinda knew, God needed you up there dad, mom knew it too. Yep, to show some folks how to eat chicken, and pork chops and such. I’m doing the same here dad, but I miss you much. The main thing is I want to say happy Fathers Day daddy. Wow, that feels so good to say. Love you big fella more and more since that day. When I was three.
All my love, your boy, who you would bounce on your knee.
-T R C III

tube-radio:

Geloso 26G48, Geloso SA; Milan, Italy (1954-55)

tube-radio:

Geloso 26G48, Geloso SA; Milan, Italy (1954-55)

aseaofquotes:

William Shakespeare, King Henry VI

aseaofquotes:

William Shakespeare, King Henry VI

She has found me. She has kissed me. All is shattered.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)

attache-tes-lacets:

Cimetière de camions et de machines agricoles. / Cemetery trucks and agricultural machinery.

La suite ? Sur mon compte FB. / The continuation ? On my account FB.