Death & Taxes

It's the two things in life you can count on and for the last two years April 15th marks the anniversary day of my Dad's death, two years have gone by. I am sitting here tonight with the window open the sun has gone down but I can hear the birds chirping like crazy as if they are trying to convince me that spring is really here.

SPRING
a season of growth
to move forward

CONTINUE
to begin or go on
after an interruption

RESTART
to pick up
renew

BIRTH
becoming alive
creation

LIFE
the
period
during
which
someone
exists

MEMORIES
an image
or impression
of one
that is
remembered







I think Dad is about 27-28 years old in this picture, four of us and a dog, and look he still has something to smile about.


On the night I was born, Udell one of Dads friend, took him out to party. When they got home (a wee bit intoxicated) Udell basically had to put Dad to bed. But hidden out of sight was on old heating pad that had been left on, Dad slept for quite awhile on top of the old heating pad since he was in such a self induced sleep, he did not noticed the burn he was receiving on his backside. It burnt a core hole very deep. To say the least it took years to finally heal, and the scar was proof that I became known as the pain in his butt!