I just read "Sweet and Low", tears streaming down my face. How I love your dad, Uncle George. :-)
He always sang K-K-K-Katie, Beautiful Katie! I sing it to my boys sometimes and they think it's so funny to have a song with my name. I thought that it was fantastic as an awkward little girl. It was MY special song. Your dad always knew how to make you feel like you were the only person in the room.
After his funeral, I was flying home by myself at night and our pilot asked us to look out our windows. There was the sky lit up by aurora borealis. I immediately knew that your dad was making sure I knew that my flight was safe and thanks for being there from so far away.
Thanks for sharing and making me remember him so fondly today.
I am an artist, an art teacher, a mother of five children, and a grandmother of four, and I live with my husband and our two cats in the woods of Woolwich, Maine. I teach drawing classes through the Continuing Studies Department at Maine College of Art in Portland, and now privately in my new (!) studio @ 72 Front Street, Bath. My blog 'Martha Miller' shares my art, my process, and my inspirations, and my blog 'Not Bad Thing' showcases my daughter Lisbeth's artwork and process. It is also where I share my experience as a mother of an adult child with special needs. You can see more of my artwork on my website @ www.marthamiller.com
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I remember going to a contradance with you and Garry and your mom and dad one time when they were visiting you. Your dad was some fine dancer.
Jo-an
Let me know if you see a red headed woodpecker!!
A toast to your dad...cheers!
I just read "Sweet and Low", tears streaming down my face. How I love your dad, Uncle George. :-)
He always sang K-K-K-Katie, Beautiful Katie! I sing it to my boys sometimes and they think it's so funny to have a song with my name. I thought that it was fantastic as an awkward little girl. It was MY special song. Your dad always knew how to make you feel like you were the only person in the room.
After his funeral, I was flying home by myself at night and our pilot asked us to look out our windows. There was the sky lit up by aurora borealis. I immediately knew that your dad was making sure I knew that my flight was safe and thanks for being there from so far away.
Thanks for sharing and making me remember him so fondly today.
XOXOXO
Katie
Very sweet, Martha!
-Dean
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