Where in the World is Bob Saget?

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donaldtoo

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Check out this early one of the Contemporary. :)

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OK, done...for now, anyhow... ;) :)
 

JenniferS

When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
This is a pic of a pic, which never turns out, but it goes along with the epiphany I have had since Derrick died.

September 2006:
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From the left: my dad, Son #2 (10), JenniferS, my mom, Son #1 (11 1/2), Hubby in back.

If you're not religious, apologies in advance.

I couldn't understand why I was meant to be at Derrick's passing. I didn't get to speak with him or pray with him, as I'd wanted to. Why then, God, did You want me to be there?

And now I know. It was for me.
For the past 4 years, the burning image in my mind is of sick-Dad, dying-Dad, dead-Dad. And now that haunted, cancer-stricken image has been replaced with the image of Derrick. Which hurts a lot less.

Since Tuesday, every single time I think of my dad, he is the perfect, beautiful healthy Dad you see in the photo. My roller coaster buddy, my biggest fan, my hero.

And that's why God sent me to see Derrick. To reset my memory. To restore my dad to health in my memory.

Not sure if this makes any sense. But I feel soooo much better. This is the best I have felt about my dad since he got sick.

God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.
 

Nemo14

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This is a pic of a pic, which never turns out, but it goes along with the epiphany I have had since Derrick died.

September 2006:
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From the left: my dad, Son #2 (10), JenniferS, my mom, Son #1 (11 1/2), Hubby in back.

If you're not religious, apologies in advance.

I couldn't understand why I was meant to be at Derrick's passing. I didn't get to speak with him or pray with him, as I'd wanted to. Why then, God, did You want me to be there?

And now I know. It was for me.
For the past 4 years, the burning image in my mind is of sick-Dad, dying-Dad, dead-Dad. And now that haunted, cancer-stricken image has been replaced with the image of Derrick. Which hurts a lot less.

Since Tuesday, every single time I think of my dad, he is the perfect, beautiful healthy Dad you see in the photo. My roller coaster buddy, my biggest fan, my hero.

And that's why God sent me to see Derrick. To reset my memory. To restore my dad to health in my memory.

Not sure if this makes any sense. But I feel soooo much better. This is the best I have felt about my dad since he got sick.

God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.

I totally get what you're saying. I had a similar experience myself when my sister-in-law passed.
 

donaldtoo

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This is a pic of a pic, which never turns out, but it goes along with the epiphany I have had since Derrick died.

September 2006:
View attachment 49983

From the left: my dad, Son #2 (10), JenniferS, my mom, Son #1 (11 1/2), Hubby in back.

If you're not religious, apologies in advance.

I couldn't understand why I was meant to be at Derrick's passing. I didn't get to speak with him or pray with him, as I'd wanted to. Why then, God, did You want me to be there?

And now I know. It was for me.
For the past 4 years, the burning image in my mind is of sick-Dad, dying-Dad, dead-Dad. And now that haunted, cancer-stricken image has been replaced with the image of Derrick. Which hurts a lot less.

Since Tuesday, every single time I think of my dad, he is the perfect, beautiful healthy Dad you see in the photo. My roller coaster buddy, my biggest fan, my hero.

And that's why God sent me to see Derrick. To reset my memory. To restore my dad to health in my memory.

Not sure if this makes any sense. But I feel soooo much better. This is the best I have felt about my dad since he got sick.

God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.

Makes perfect sense, actually. Your father sounds like the kind of guy that would not have wanted you to be this distraught about his passing for this long. Now, hopefully, you can go on in peace living the happier life he would have wanted for you. And, so can he knowing you are better and not having to worry about you so much.

Again, God bless Derrick and so sorry about him, but, yes, our Big Guy does tend to work in some pretty mysterious ways, sometimes.
 

donaldtoo

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Finishin' up watchin' "Modern Marvels - Crashes" (everything from car crashes to asteroids crashin' into earth - there's a BM joke in there somewhere ;)). "Modern Marvels - Harley-Davidson" up next.
Woof. I'm bein' one lazy dog today. *insert lazy dog smilie - that we don't have - here* :)
 

Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
This is a pic of a pic, which never turns out, but it goes along with the epiphany I have had since Derrick died.

September 2006:
View attachment 49983

From the left: my dad, Son #2 (10), JenniferS, my mom, Son #1 (11 1/2), Hubby in back.

If you're not religious, apologies in advance.

I couldn't understand why I was meant to be at Derrick's passing. I didn't get to speak with him or pray with him, as I'd wanted to. Why then, God, did You want me to be there?

And now I know. It was for me.
For the past 4 years, the burning image in my mind is of sick-Dad, dying-Dad, dead-Dad. And now that haunted, cancer-stricken image has been replaced with the image of Derrick. Which hurts a lot less.

Since Tuesday, every single time I think of my dad, he is the perfect, beautiful healthy Dad you see in the photo. My roller coaster buddy, my biggest fan, my hero.

And that's why God sent me to see Derrick. To reset my memory. To restore my dad to health in my memory.

Not sure if this makes any sense. But I feel soooo much better. This is the best I have felt about my dad since he got sick.

God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.

Amen and congratulations on your epiphany, I bet this is how your Dad wants to be remembered, celebrating his life.
 

Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
The grass poked through. First time since the very beginning of December! Woot! Now all that is left is the mounds of gray, white and black snow. Some are still pretty darn tall.

But with the grass in the back yard cleared were all the little things my #100 Happy Pup left out there. Such a plesant way to spend the afternoon. :in pain: Then racked the front lawn, never saw matted grass before, flat as a pancake.
 
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