tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post1894192163620711291..comments2023-09-30T05:35:57.635-07:00Comments on Carole Remy: All My Fathers #TBSUAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10971624648476665079noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-45701302387517533252013-06-18T15:38:22.256-07:002013-06-18T15:38:22.256-07:00Hi A!
Thanks for stopping by. You must be about m...Hi A!<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by. You must be about my daughters' age. They just barely met their grandpa. I don't know if times were simpler. I was a single mom, teaching full time, with two kids. Life was good, but hectic!<br /><br />Glad you like the trailer! It's fun having it. <br /><br />Hugs! Good to see you,<br /><br />CaroleAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10971624648476665079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-5282372969038107912013-06-17T18:03:00.809-07:002013-06-17T18:03:00.809-07:00Hey MC!
Very heartfelt post and comments.
The ...Hey MC!<br /><br />Very heartfelt post and comments. <br /><br />The trailer for Twelve Nights is cool. I was a wee one in 1982. Were times simpler then I wonder? Still, they keep getting better an better and I am so proud of what you have done here! Kudos! Very inspiring indeed! Just call me A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13515508347444545824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-16350069112260299722013-06-16T15:12:53.481-07:002013-06-16T15:12:53.481-07:00Thank you for sharing a moment here today, Maria. ...Thank you for sharing a moment here today, Maria. Your father must haven been an amazing man, and he's left you a legacy of strength.<br /><br />Today can be a tough day for me too. When I first pulled out a photo for Facebook this morning, I cried as if my father had died yesterday. Then I talked with my sister, and wrote this post, and the memories turned toward happy times.<br /><br />Hugs, and thank you again for stopping by!<br /><br />CaroleAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10971624648476665079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-43784661637695302022013-06-16T15:01:40.666-07:002013-06-16T15:01:40.666-07:00It's a bittersweet Father's Day when your ...It's a bittersweet Father's Day when your dad has passed away. Mine died of pancreatic cancer 12 years ago. He was the bravest man I ever knew. I hope I face death with as much dignity and courage.<br /><br />Maria Zanninihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01604862636922299273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-11478218995748043872013-06-16T14:12:37.708-07:002013-06-16T14:12:37.708-07:00Hi Molly,
My Dad was 59 when he died. Too young i...Hi Molly,<br /><br />My Dad was 59 when he died. Too young in both cases! How wonderful that your father spent lots of time with your baby girl! Even though she probably doesn't remember him, his loving spirit nurtures her!<br /><br />I fell apart too. Divorce and the whole works, though the split had been coming for awhile. It seems to me you've stepped into your father's shoes: funny and intellectual and strong! You're right—this is a day to celebrate our amazing Dads!<br /><br />Hugs,<br /><br />CaroleAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10971624648476665079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-37564710329822732412013-06-16T14:04:41.589-07:002013-06-16T14:04:41.589-07:00Thanks, Seumas!
I remember the importance of the...Thanks, Seumas! <br /><br />I remember the importance of the father in your novel, The Violin Man's Legacy. In a way, he's the title figure. You don't say if he reflects your own father, but he certainly feels authentic and memorable. The story of Jack's early years is one of my favorite parts of the novel!<br /><br />Thanks so much for commenting here today! Hug,<br /><br />CaroleAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10971624648476665079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-8568005451536718492013-06-16T14:02:53.715-07:002013-06-16T14:02:53.715-07:00Thank you, MC, for this special post. It is open, ...Thank you, MC, for this special post. It is open, honest and moving. <br />My Dad died 4th June 2004 - the Friday of our halfterm break. It was sudden and unexpected. He was 58, fit and healthy, had recently retired and was reading for a degree in American History. Since his retirement he'd qualified in TESL and was the main day carer for my beautiful baby girl when I returned to full time teaching. He was intellectual, funny, flirtatious (you couldn't take him anywhere!) and caring. He was my rock. When he died, I broke and it took me a long time to put the pieces back together. Even now, I think the glue still shows on some of the joins.<br />Your Dad looks lovely by the way. The pain of losing them is overwhelming but the joy of loving them makes it possible for us to endure it. So yes, let's celebrate Dads - old and young, loved and lost! <br />Always remembered - Jim, my Dad. Love you!<br />XxxxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-42360281781392072612013-06-16T14:01:17.223-07:002013-06-16T14:01:17.223-07:00Sounds like we share a lot in common, Jane. Thank ...Sounds like we share a lot in common, Jane. Thank you for commenting, and for telling the story of your own Dad! <br /><br />My Dad also only met his first two grandchildren, my daughters. He loved them so much! I wish they could have grown up with his influence in their lives. At least they have a few photos of his joy in being with them.<br /><br />My Dad was Cajun, 100%, but unlike yours, he did not want to go back. He did everything he could to escape his dirt poor roots. My Mom always said that one of the things she loved about him was that he had no idea how handsome he was!<br /><br />Huge hugs on this special day! Thank you for sharing remembrances with me!<br /><br />CaroleAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10971624648476665079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-6212911157423513452013-06-16T12:54:21.219-07:002013-06-16T12:54:21.219-07:00Excellent post, m'Lady :0Excellent post, m'Lady :0Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805049741973891603.post-2907099282442288602013-06-16T12:51:59.842-07:002013-06-16T12:51:59.842-07:00My dad Carole, died in 1992. He was twenty years o...My dad Carole, died in 1992. He was twenty years older than my mother, a poet and a dreamer, whose ambition was always to 'go home'. He was first generation Irish American, and he thought he wanted to go back to the country his parents and grandparents talked about. My mother was a girl from 'the old country', but her parents emigrated to England which is where my parents ended up living, not Ireland as he wanted. His great regret was that he never did 'go home'.<br />He was one of the nicest, funniest, kindest men I ever knew and he looked like a film star. A 'black Irish' like my mother and like me. He only saw the first three of his ten grandchildren. I still miss him. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com