Re: Missing My Father

[bilgerat]

I hear ya Mook. I lost my father in 1977 when I was 12. He too was a WWII vet (Pacific theater). That generation of men and women was truly great. He grew up poor in the Depression as did most people. He had an unbelievable work ethic. I miss him terribly and I wish he were around to see his grandkids.

[Fishing Rhino]

Muddy, missing him is a blessing.

Missing someone shows there is a void in our heart that they once filled.  A void that can never be completely filled by anyone else.

Count it as one of your blessings to have had a dad that was dear to you.

Not to miss him would be a tragedy.

[Koop]

Very sorry Muddy   .  He sounds like he was a great man.

[Bassn Blvd]

Don't be sad Muddyman. Finding that article has brought back some fond memories of your father. Your dad seemed like a true gentleman and caring individual, not just to his family but to his friends.

I'm sure you have MANY memorable moments with your dad that deserve a big belly laugh. So laugh away my friend and keep your chin up.

P.S. I'm sure your dad is looking down upon you saying "Muddy (or what ever he called you), turn that frown upside down and go by yourself a Shimano and catch one for me."

[clipper]

I know how you feel.  My dad's been gone for over 30 years and I still miss him.  Spent time helping my son paint the kitchen in his new house today, and that was very good.  I fished a lot with my dad and personally think both you and I will get to fish with our dads again.

[Long Mike]

I *** you guys.  My dad passed away about ten years ago.  I don't miss him.  My mother passed away about twenty-five years ago.  I don't miss her.  It's not because of the people they were, it's because of the people they had become.  Booze destroys not one life, but many.

[SirSnookalot]

I think about my dad every day and especially when fishing, he was an avid fisherman, his comments and tips are always in my mind.

Born in 1916 a child of the depression, quit school in the 8 th or 9th grade to support his family, my grandmother was an invalid and my grandfather had already passed away.

They called him 1 shirt Harry in those days, he only had 1 shirt, and always managed to find work and bring home the bacon(kosher bacon), lol.

Eventually opened a business, he was my mentor. I miss him everyday. Passed away in 1992 and my mother just celebrated her 86th 3 days ago.

My wife's parents went thru the holocaust, and my wife was born in an internment camp in Italy.  Came to the U.S. in 1950 and in those days sponsorship and a job were needed before immigrating.

I'm most thankful not to have been alive until 1945.

[Grey Wolf]

Thanks for sharing Muddy. My father has been gone for 42 years but He's in my thoughts every day.

[Catt]

Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.

Proverbs 17:6

[coryjames]

i lost my mom april 18 2009 to cancer:(she was a great woman,and a great friend.she would go fishing with me alot.we would take out the canoe and spend the day out on the water.i spent all spring with her,while she was sick.i didnt have time to fish,bc i wanted to be with her all the time i had off work.she use to ask me to watch a fishing movies with her,i knew she didnt really care about that we just wanted to be close.the greatest and hardest moment i had was sitting on her bed while she tried to sleep,as i would read her the bible.i miss her more then anything.im 27 she was 47.it turned out that i got an extra day off,so i thought i would do a half a day of fishing.i had been dreaming about it all winter.i thought what couldnt it hurt.well when i got back,she had passed away.knowing i was fishing and not there at her side kills me.fishing to me is something i find peace in true peace.to each there own.it gets me through this till i see her again.this is what she left behind.

when tomarrow starts without me,and im not there to see.

if the sun should rise and find your eyes,all filled with tears for me.

i wish so much you wouldnt cry,the way you did today.

while thinking of the many things,we didnt get to say.

i know how much you love me,as much as i love you.

and each time that you think of me.i know you'll miss me too.

but when tomarrow starts without me,please try and understand.

that an angel came and called my name,and took me by the hand.

and said my place was ready,in heaven far above.

and that i would have to leave behind,all those i dearly love.

if i could re-live yesterday,just for a little while.

id say goodbye and kiss you,and maybe see you smile.

but then i finally realized,that this could never be.

for emptyness and memories,would take the place of me.

and when i thought of worldly things,i might miss tomarrow.

i thought of you and when i did,me heart was filled with sorrow.

but when i walked through heavens gate,i felt so much at home

when God looked down and smiled at me,from his golden throne.

He said this is eternity,and all I have promised you.

                        love MOM

[jesse D.]

:'( :'(

holy I am truly sorry, I don't know what I would do if I lost my mom.

[tipptruck1]

I wish I could have spent as munch time with my dad as you guys have with yours. I only knew my dad for 6 short years. Its not that he didnt want to be in my life. My mom had a big problem with him. SO of course when I was able to choose for my self I choose to live with him. But he was more of a gear head and a biker. I miss evey time I see a harley or work on my car. this is the ink job i got to rember him.

[Dan:]

Hey Fellas; Moved the fridge to paint, and a copy of my Dad's obituary was behind it. I got to live with him for 7 years, between Mom's passing and his, I am really feeling his absence now.

He was an Italian Immigrant, who went to Italy to fight in WWII as an American Soldier. He was a butcher by trade and a wonderful boss. His employees all loved him and he was more than generous to his help and his customers

If someone was caught stealing in the store, he would bring them in the back and open a charge account for them, he felt no one should have to steal to eat. By the time the store had to close down, all but 2 of those accounts were paid

It was not unusual, when the Dodgers were home, for he and his partner to close the store and take everyone to the game, and then come back and finish the days orders

He worked 7 days a week, also involved in a Pizza Place with my Uncle Tony. He took his family from a tenement in South Brooklyn to their own home in Long Island. And continued to support his Mom, brothers and sisters as well

Truly a member of the greatest generation and when I go back home,to the old neighborhood, many still talk of him, call him Mister Brooklyn!!

He was highly successful: He did not die rich, he died respected and loved.

man I miss him today :'(

if your father's story isn't a stereotype I don't know what is. ;D

It sounds like your father was a man of tremendous honor and character, you are right to be so proud of his life and sorrowful for his loss. I hope that the world is still capable of producing men like that.

[Lynx]

I wish that one day when I am older, even though he is still here, that I am half the man that my father didnt have to be.

[senile1]

Muddy stated:

Hey Fellas; Moved the fridge to paint, and a copy of my Dad's obituary was behind it. I got to live with him for 7 years, between Mom's passing and his, I am really feeling his absence now.

He was an Italian Immigrant, who went to Italy to fight in WWII as an American Soldier. He was a butcher by trade and a wonderful boss. His employees all loved him and he was more than generous to his help and his customers

If someone was caught stealing in the store, he would bring them in the back and open a charge account for them, he felt no one should have to steal to eat. By the time the store had to close down, all but 2 of those accounts were paid

It was not unusual, when the Dodgers were home, for he and his partner to close the store and take everyone to the game, and then come back and finish the days orders

He worked 7 days a week, also involved in a Pizza Place with my Uncle Tony. He took his family from a tenement in South Brooklyn to their own home in Long Island. And continued to support his Mom, brothers and sisters as well

Truly a member of the greatest generation and when I go back home,to the old neighborhood, many still talk of him, call him Mister Brooklyn!!

He was highly successful: He did not die rich, he died respected and loved.

man I miss him today Cry

Your Father was actually rich beyond measure.