Somehow, time does not stand still when we want it to, does it? I absolutely hate that. It has now been 3 years since Dad passed away. He was young, only 63. It was sudden, he had an enlarged heart. We didn't know.
Merle Lee Thompson
October 12, 1994 - October 30, 2007
I am happy that the last time I saw him, I told him that I loved him. He said "Me too". That was what he always said. I can still hear his voice, saying that.
I have his desk. I love sitting here. He spent alot of time at this desk, it was in "his room", his library and he would sit every night at this desk and read. He was a real history buff.
I have his belt buckle. He was always a "cowboy boots and buckle" kind of guy. He loved eagles. (Jim does too, I love that about him.)
This is Lisenby. He has a nice view. I used to find cemeterys scary. Now, I find great comfort here. It is so peaceful, a small country cemetery. Jim and I bought a spot just a few rows over from Dad, this past summer. I find comfort in that, too.
I miss my Dad. I know he would not want me to be sad. But I can't help it. I love you, Dad. I can almost hear him say "Me, too".