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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Ten on Tuesday | On Repeat.

Today's topic - in honor of Groundhog Day (the day and the movie) - is about moments in our lives we'd like to repeat. I think the timing is perfect to list ten moments I shared with my father that I have on repeat in my heart.

1. Playing games. I originally shared this photo and story back in 2009. It's obviously had a lot of repeat playtime over the years.
Daddy and me, age 2

2. Camping. This is another story I've already shared here and I was kind of surprised myself that it made this list. I do not love camping. I do not love long car rides. But I do love spending time with family, seeing new places and having fun. Those trips were all about that.
summer 1971
3. Eating. Daddy always enjoyed eating and he loved everything (which for a boy raised in small-town Alabama is a real credit to my mom, a California native with very adventurous tastes). One of the hard things about the past few years is that he could no longer eat. But in early 2011, he could tolerate soft foods and we hosted a Chocolate Mousse Throwdown when the family gathered that Memorial Day. My sister, my nephew and Sara all "competed". Of course Daddy couldn't declare just one winner, but he did enjoy a lot of chocolate mousse that day.
Karen, Andrew, Sara and Daddy (and a lot of chocolate mousse)
4. and drinking. Daddy's drink of choice was always scotch, a drink I've tried to like, but ... just can't. So about ten years ago, when he started liking Pinot Noir, I got excited. We shared this toast together in early 2012.
lunch out April, 2012
5. Beaufort weekends. Mother, Karen and I started a "girls weekend" tradition back in 2005. In 2007, we officially settled on Beaufort, South Carolina as our destination. Daddy came along, too (but stayed in a hotel separate from us and had his dinners out with our dear family friend Charlie) and we'd meet up for lunch on Saturday and church on Sunday. Last year, my brother joined the weekend and stayed with Daddy. It was perfect. We are actually going to repeat this one - kind of - in April. The whole family, including spouses, children and Holly, is gathering in Beaufort to inter Daddy's ashes in the Memorial Garden at the church we love there. This place has special meaning for us and being able to share it - over and over again - with Daddy is a blessing.
Steve, Mother, Charlie, me, Karen, Daddy
6. Daddy and Charlie. I am so glad Daddy got to meet Charlie. And we have many photos of the two of them together so Charlie learns about his Grandpa Roy. But I wish they'd had more time together; I know they would've had a great time and Daddy had so many experiences to share.
May, 2014 - Daddy and Charlie, age eight months
7. A proud moment. Daddy loved Georgia Tech. I think the last time he was on the campus was to celebrate Sara's graduation in May 2014. This photo was one of his favorites - what a legacy!
Marc, Katie, me, Sara, Daddy and Rob - all Georgia Tech grads!
8. Dancing. I think the only time we ever danced together was at Katie's wedding in May 2013. I'm glad we had the opportunity.

9. Thanksgiving. My parents have been coming to Atlanta for Thanksgiving for years. They stay with my sister and we plan all sorts of get togethers (pretty much every day except Thanksgiving!) around their visit. This year, we gathered at my house for cocktails (always a favorite "reason" to get together) the day after Thanksgiving. This is the last photo I have of the three of us children smiling with Daddy.
Steve, me, Karen and Daddy
10. ...and this is the last one of us three with him. Much of those last few hours are not something I ever want to repeat, but this moment, simply holding hands, is a beautiful one.
January 22, 2016
Photos can tell a powerful story. Thank you, Carole, for giving me a reason to do it today.

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Blogger AsKatKnits said...

What beautiful memories! Thank you for sharing!

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Donna said...

I'm so sorry about the loss of your dad. It's wonderful that you have so many special memories to hold onto. That last picture is simply beautiful.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Debbie said...

You have some beautiful memories to cherish!

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Bonny said...

Oh, Mary, just a few of my own repeats were a little bittersweet for me, but my eyes are quite moist looking at all the love shared with and expressed by your father. These are wonderful photos and I'm glad you shared them (so there is photographic evidence of you camping!) A friend and I are tasting scotches on Friday and I will be raising my glass to your father.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Lydia said...

Lots of wonderful things to repeat. So nice having these photos.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Vicki Knitorious said...

What would we do without our photographs and memories??? This is so beautiful. We have a "hands" photo like that with my mom... I wouldn't want to repeat those last days/weeks, either, but that image is so powerful and full of love. xoxox

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger margene said...

Mary, your post makes me cry. Your memories of your father are so wonderful and thank you for giving us a chance to cherish them, too.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Patty said...

A life well lived for certain. And a beautiful post. He raised a wonderful family. xoxo

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Gil and Betty said...

I love this post -- it really captures Roy's love for his family.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Carole said...

I've got tears in my eyes, Mary, and a mix of emotions for you right now. Thanks for sharing your memories of your daddy.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Penny said...

I too am a little teary eyed. What wonderful memories of your father, Mary. You and your family continue to be in my thoughts and prayers.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger julia in KW said...

What a great reminder to cherish and record special moments so they last in more places than only our memories. For the longest time we took big family pictures every time we were all together, but I'm not sure if we have been doing that the last couple of times as my dad, the photographer, is getting older (86). I need to step up!!! Thank you for the reminder! Absolutely lovely pictures! Thank you.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Sara said...

I totally forgot about the chocolate mousse throwdown! :) wow...

do you remember which one we made? I can't even recall now.

Tuesday, 02 February, 2016  
Blogger Unknown said...

What a beautiful tribute!

Wednesday, 03 February, 2016  
Blogger Chere Mama said...

Your #10 is so beautiful.

Thursday, 04 February, 2016  
Blogger Honoré said...

This is absolutely the most wonderful tribute to your father so filled with love, admiration, joy and cherished moments. Thank you for allowing us to share your memories...and for giving us courage to live through especially tough times. Did your dad drink his scotch on the rocks?
Take care. Our thoughts are with you and your family.

Friday, 05 February, 2016  

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