Today my family got together to remember my father who passed away on Memorial Day at the age of 98. We had a picnic, which is fitting, because dad was known to drop everything and travel for miles for a good picnic. While I was helping mom go through the storage a couple weeks ago, I came across a little medical container of polished rocks that dad had collected out in the Arizona desert. I decided to make all his children and grandchildren a pendant that could be hung on a ribbon or a chain or even a key chain. I’m not crafty, but I think they turned out pretty well.
I also wrote a poem that I will share here for my family who couldn’t make it today… it’s not really a poem, more of a word picture, really, but I think it represents my father well.
Sage brush roamer
One line teaser
Wood stove welder
Bloody Mary sipper
Lyle George Foreman
Oh Teri, you hit this spot on. If I didn’t know who you were writing this about I’d say That sounds like Uncle Lyle! I love you and love him. Thank you for being such a good daughter.