Goodbye Daddy

redrose66 /  August 10, 2015 / Poems / Life Happens

Many Milestones Walked, Many Voices Talked.

Many Paths Crossed, Many Spirits Lost.

Many Places Traveled, Many Stories Unraveled.

Many Wives Bound, Many Young Around.

Many Years of Service taken in Stride, Many Americans taking Pride.

Many Lives Encountered, Many Hearts Shattered.

Many Smiles Cared, Many Memories Shared.

Many Times I mowed your lawn Up, Many Cups of Coffee & Donuts.

Many Hours of Computer Lessons, Many Celebrations of Special Occasions.

Many Times we raised our Glasses, Many Times we laughed our Asses.

Many Health Challenges, Many Caused Damages.

Many Cures were Searched, Many Hopes of more time on Earth.

Many Treatments Had, Many Days were Sad.

Many Years of Joy, Many Cells Destroyed.

Many Times I have Prayed., Many Times he was Brave.

Many will be Glad to Know, Many Pains have ceased to Show.

Many Words Unspoken, Many Hearts now Broken.

Many Pains Felt, Many Ways Dealt.

Many Prayers Spoken, Many Tears Approaching.

Many Years now gone Alarms, Many Angels with open Arms.

Many Thanks and Praises from Above, Many Visits from White Doves.

Many will cry because he’s Gone, Many will have to remain Strong.

Many just want to say Goodbye, Many will find it difficult to Try.

Many will be Sad, Many for Love they Had.

Many will feel Reprieved, Many through all this Grief.

 Many words I can never Say, Many will Know & Feel as I do Today.

Many when they Hear these last Words if I May?

“GOODBYE DADDY, I LOVE YOU, & I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN ONE DAY”!

Love, your youngest daughter,

 Josephine Carol (Force) Rojas

 IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY FATHER,

                        DAD OLD MOTORCYCLE    the old man

PAUL LAWRENCE FORCE, SR

August 11, 1937 – July 31, 2015

77 Years 11 Months 20 Days

Grandparents

redrose66 / June 23, 2015 / Family

 The stereotype grandparents are generally pictured as either elderly or in their late fifties early sixties and often even older, but that’s not always the case.

 Personally, I birthed my first child at the age of 17 and he fathered his first child at age of 24; therefore I became a Nana at the age of 42. So in considering this I still probably have a little more stamina than my mother did when she had me at the age of 27. Now at the age of 48 I have a total of three grandchildren, (and two step-grandchildren but they don’t know me).

 One thing I enjoy about being a grandparent is that the little bears look forward to seeing you after not having seen you in awhile and thus look for you when you’re not around. Continue reading Grandparents