tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post8651431271738359817..comments2023-08-13T21:11:05.572+08:00Comments on The Eyes Have It: Two Years Down the RoadFionahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00727596416170770024noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-4185625842695940952007-03-22T18:09:00.000+08:002007-03-22T18:09:00.000+08:00It didn't feel at all trite Sunny, not at all. I a...It didn't feel at all trite Sunny, not at all. I am like him, I do think the way he used to think. I do understand the way he used to understand. I am strong the way he was strong. I am my father's daughter. And when anyone say's those words to me, I am filled with tremendous pride for being just that. Thank you, thank you, thank you. <BR/><BR/>I’ll always feel not only the loss of him, but the loss of so many years before he and I let ourselves feel the bond we had always shared but never spoke of. Such was the way in our family. For us it was always 'show by performing acts of service'. Only much later, could we talk and show those feelings. He didn't tell me he loved me, he never voiced those words, until the day he found out he had cancer. A day I was with him and not his wife because she didn't want to go.Fionahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00727596416170770024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-72779590324968492542007-03-22T18:07:00.000+08:002007-03-22T18:07:00.000+08:00Ah Chele, one of my favs too. And knowing how hap...Ah Chele, one of my favs too. And knowing how happy and content he was there, before the illness struck, makes it more special.<BR/><BR/>Thank you Sophie, it was a rough weekend in so many ways. He helped me through it too.<BR/><BR/>Anna, I believe that the grief will stay with me. It may be tempered a little over time but I will always feel the loss. Thank you for coming to comment, I know you are still dealing with your own loss. Hugs.Fionahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00727596416170770024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-47353096626173664562007-03-22T10:27:00.000+08:002007-03-22T10:27:00.000+08:00That was beautiful and moving. I could have (if I...That was beautiful and moving. I could have (if I was nearly as talented a writer as you) written those same words about my grandmother. She passed away in 1986. The pain doesn't lessen - not one bit. The grief still feels fresh, but my memories of my time spent with her are golden and I'll treasure them for as long as I have them.annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10528972018222777551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-83871065372372003482007-03-19T13:47:00.000+08:002007-03-19T13:47:00.000+08:00***hugs******hugs***sophie nhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04314923542234877366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-58544407524084132542007-03-19T09:43:00.000+08:002007-03-19T09:43:00.000+08:00My favorite picture of your dad..I also feel like ...My favorite picture of your dad..I also feel like there are really no words to express the sorrow after reading your post.Your dad is very special Fi..I'm glad I got to know him thru you. I always loved the little stories you told me after your visits there with him..such memories! I treasure them as I know you do..I love you my friend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-63572522159875550012007-03-19T09:11:00.000+08:002007-03-19T09:11:00.000+08:00Fiona, You do have him...this may sound trite, I d...Fiona, You do have him...this may sound trite, I do not mean it be...you know my heart so well, that I think you will take it for its true meaning...<BR/><BR/>what you wrote.....<BR/><BR/>"know I'll get through the rest of my life without calling upon you for more of your wisdom, your strength, your humour, your love" <BR/><BR/>You will continue to call on his wisdom, his strength, his love, and even his humour.......he is inside you....he was your anchor....he still is....you knew him so very well....<I>You are your father's daughter</I>.......when you ask, you know the answers. You know what he would tell you. <BR/><BR/>You. Just. Know.<BR/><BR/>I know this, because even after 29 years, my anchor answers my questions......I still feel her love even after all of these years.<BR/><BR/>I wish I had been there to hug you this weekend. I love you my friend.Sunny Delighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09813476500121784003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-75024327841614675842007-03-19T08:54:00.000+08:002007-03-19T08:54:00.000+08:00He was happy there, at the helm of his beloved Tam...He was happy there, at the helm of his beloved <A HREF="http://eyes-have.blogspot.com/2006/08/thing-of-beauty-is-joy-forever.html" REL="nofollow">Tamarind</A> with a glass of wine in his hand, heading out to a day at sea.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for all your kind words of support. Alas, my relationship with my Dad only began in earnest when he found out he had cancer, it drew us together like nothing else ever had, except perhaps the construction of that beautiful boat so many years before.<BR/><BR/>Demonstrated love was a rare commodity in our family, and with my Dad being at sea until I was about 12, it was difficult to bond with him. But we did bond at the end and we talked about many things, and sometimes we didn't talk at all, we just felt each other's love.<BR/><BR/>Thank you all for helping me through a very tough day.Fionahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00727596416170770024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-56767788653644347162007-03-19T08:12:00.000+08:002007-03-19T08:12:00.000+08:00I'm with Freebird. Anything I say would not be eno...I'm with Freebird. Anything I say would not be enough. My father died two years ago last February. I think of him every day.<BR/><BR/>Hugs Fi.LePharehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11960926820332836861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-50763922248816184262007-03-19T04:45:00.000+08:002007-03-19T04:45:00.000+08:00I've stopped by a couple of times and tried to com...I've stopped by a couple of times and tried to comment but just felt inadequate - as usual.<BR/>I think this is another example of you being blessed with love, Fi. I know you've had some low spots, but in some parts of your life you have been touched by angels. That must make it so hard to lose, but please be happy that you had it. xfreebirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17745492522820347949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-30910710954544349372007-03-18T16:13:00.000+08:002007-03-18T16:13:00.000+08:00That poem sent a chill down my spine and your trib...That poem sent a chill down my spine and your tribute made me tear up a little. I still haven't processed my father's death and I wonder if I ever will. It happened so close to my wife's that I was still numb. I miss him very much.<BR/><BR/>Big Hugs to you Fiona, and we'll share the tissues.Fusionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05478465297213819613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-62340830860548406612007-03-18T13:33:00.000+08:002007-03-18T13:33:00.000+08:00He will continue to live on, in the hearts of peop...He will continue to live on, in the hearts of people like you, who were affected by his presence.<BR/><BR/>(hug)<BR/><BR/>I still get the urge, every now and then, to walk into a dive bar and buy a round for everybody, in honor of my god-father (who later became my step-father as well).Donhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14205502093632888570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-91023186827598060062007-03-18T09:12:00.000+08:002007-03-18T09:12:00.000+08:00You are lucky to have had a father who loved you a...You are lucky to have had a father who loved you and whom you obviously loved. My father's been dead seven years and I don't miss him. He wasn't bad but you couldn't talk to him. I don't recall ever having had a conversation with him, which is sad.<BR/>I'm sorry for your loss.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-4058443922531834042007-03-17T22:35:00.000+08:002007-03-17T22:35:00.000+08:00That's a great picture of your father.Thank you fo...That's a great picture of your father.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for all that you share :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-71818288088836518142007-03-17T19:55:00.000+08:002007-03-17T19:55:00.000+08:00I.B. Singer wrote that when a beloved dies, they ...I.B. Singer wrote that when a beloved dies, they feel as distant as anyone can ever be. Only with years do they become nearer, so that we can almost feel them in our lives. When they die, we feel abandoned, but over time they take up spiritual residence in our lives. That doesn't ease the pain of physical absence, but he's here. And I bet he LOVES your blog. Burn a candle for him today and I bet it flckers and dances! Smiles with tears!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30724218.post-58402637226712879632007-03-17T16:53:00.000+08:002007-03-17T16:53:00.000+08:00A beautiful tribute, Fiona. A beautiful tribute.....A beautiful tribute, Fiona. A beautiful tribute...<BR/><BR/>May he rest in peace. May you live happily.Jonashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04262851315471933295noreply@blogger.com