(((((Deeply touching and marvelously rendered.))))) By keeping the poem short and zeroing in on the shirt, you have managed to draw a picture that is both very real and impossible to forget. B R A V A, my friend, B R A V A !!! (((((X))))) Pea (((((X)))))
May you feel his love surround YOU daily Karla!
Sweet memorable heartfelt write, thank you for offering it!
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Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple PaSSion Lady Shexooo
A lovely write that touches the core of love and fear. The shirt is a security blanket, something real to hold onto--but for sure you will not need it to remember your father. He will always be there as a part of you as long as you live.
Karla you will not forget someone so dear to you. Your Daddy lives in your heart and always will. He is in your memories that no one can take away. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words with us.
Beautifully written with wonderful thoughts. Hang in there Karla, it gets easier in time. Retain your happy memories for they will live on in your heart forever.
The Christmas after my Mama died each of my children were given something that my mom made, or that was hers... They all love wearing those articles of clothing, as it helps them feel close to her again.
I know it helps me too... cuddling under the blanket she stitched for me with love...
I just understand this feeling so well!!!!! This one is the same feeling as my poem "Daddy's Sweater". I wore my Dad's sweater too after he was gone!!!
Take care and be well!
((((( Love and Hugs from your friend in Canada )))))
You will never forget those big, giant-sized bear hugs from daddy; I know I won't. He was a world-class hugger, and when you wear his shirt, he will be hugging you. Try to remember that. Powerful emotions coming from the heart; daddy is looking down on us with love and pride in his heart for us, his children. He is now at peace, and one day we will be reunited. That is a promise, and we must hold on to that and believe.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
You will never forget him Karla so don't be afraid of that. My father's been gone since 1995 and I can close my eyes and remember everything about him including his hugs even more than in the past. It just keeps getting stronger. You Daddy will be with you always. Love, Bonnie
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Sweet memorable heartfelt write, thank you for offering it!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple PaSSion Lady Shexooo
STay Positive!
John
Sweetie he will always be there holding you no matter where you go and so will God.
In loving kindness,
~Gwendolyn
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
God Bless
Michelle~
Georg
I know it helps me too... cuddling under the blanket she stitched for me with love...
Cryssa
I just understand this feeling so well!!!!! This one is the same feeling as my poem "Daddy's Sweater". I wore my Dad's sweater too after he was gone!!!
Take care and be well!
((((( Love and Hugs from your friend in Canada )))))
Sandie Angel :(
Take it slowly. --Charlie
You will never forget those big, giant-sized bear hugs from daddy; I know I won't. He was a world-class hugger, and when you wear his shirt, he will be hugging you. Try to remember that. Powerful emotions coming from the heart; daddy is looking down on us with love and pride in his heart for us, his children. He is now at peace, and one day we will be reunited. That is a promise, and we must hold on to that and believe.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <