This Man

Good Morning Bloggy Friends,

Tom and I returned to our home late Saturday and I've spent that time trying to get back into the "regular routine".

Again I want to thank you for your prayers,cards, calls and

e-mails.Each one is a precious treasure.

We leave for a business trip tomorrow morning and we have another business trip next week.

God's timing is always perfect in everything and these two trips so soon after daddy's death are no exception as I find myself wanting to retreat into my nest here on Holleybank Drive.

At the insistence of the counselors at Carolnas Counseling I did take the day off yesterday but will work today.

I only have a very few minutes to leave this post so it will be brief.

I hope you will indulge me and this post.

Grief is such a complex emotion. I have experienced grief of course; Tom's mom passed away in January and then our beloved dog of 17 years Max in April.

I do rejoice greatly that my dad's broken and frail body has been replaced with perfect and complete health as he is in the presence of our sweet Jesus;

BUT I am heart broken.

This man was my daddy, the one who drove me to his restaurant and made me breakfast each morning before I walked to elementary school.

This man who ruled our home with a iron Greek fist and had a heart as big as the moon.

This man who took me fishing on Johnny Mercer's pier and the shores of Wrightesville Beach.

This man who scared away potential boyfriends and then welcomed my sweet Tom and Maria's sweet Brandon into his family with open arms.

This man who loved his family with that wonderful,rich, and deep Greek love.

The kind of love that envelopes you and surrounds you with warmth and good food and boundless love.
This man who could fix anything and who collected everything.

This man who loved kitchen gadgets and anything electronic.

This man who called me "number one".

This man was no ordinary man.

This man was my daddy.

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