This time last week, I was sitting at my Dad’s bedside knowing that he was dying. I promised him that he wouldn’t be alone when he died.
I reminded him of the weekends when I was little. He had gotten me a Barbie bat. It was pink foam with a purple handle embossed with hearts and stars. He would pitch to me, I’d hit and run the bases. Then, I’d have to go get the ball so he could pitch again.
Grief is weird.
Larry Allen Swihart, 83, passed away on Monday, August 12, 2019 at Majestic Care, New Haven. Born in Fort Wayne he was the son of the late James and Irene (Westrick) Swihart. He served his country in the US Navy aboard the USS Yarnall and was employed with the Tokheim Corporation for over 20 years. He enjoyed fishing, hunting, and could often be found at Hall’s Restaurant in New Haven for his breakfast and black coffee.
I can’t believe that 2018 is over. This year has had so many changes, that it’s hard to believe that it was all packed into 365 days. I’m kinda hoping that 2019 is a little more mellow!
January started with a trip to Chicago to visit friends and ring on the New Year. We visited an Ikea in Illinois while we were there. Lily also started flute lessons to help her catch up with the rest of her band. I started playing with my cooking gadgets. Navy loves wrestling club. Continue reading
Every autumn, I want to do all the things that I see people doing in the fall. I never think to do them until someone else is done them, then there’s no time left for us to do them. Continue reading
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