Comments on: What was lost

By: abhilasha

abhilasha — Tue, 21 Mar 2006 00:40:05 +0000

Thanks for sharing the post with us…the pictures of the treasures were pretty cool and so were the stories with each one of them..

This post made me think of my father and sround 100 emails from my papa (over the course of last three years) My father actually learned typing on the computer at the age of 60 only so that he could email me regularly and keep in touch….

Boy,...Now i wish I had written more and called less…so that I could have had more and more to go back to…But then…its never enough..right ?

By: Radi

Radi — Mon, 20 Mar 2006 19:09:49 +0000

You’ve opened my never-really-healed wound with this most moving post, DOF. My father died almost 17 years ago, when I was in my mid-teens. Even now, not a day goes by that I don’t miss him, and there are days when just the thought of him makes me cry (and run for a quiet spot somewhere so I can cry in peace and calm down enough to not get strange looks in public).

By: Pete

Pete — Mon, 20 Mar 2006 15:10:11 +0000

Wow. That was really well written tribute to an amazingly diverse man. He sounds like he would be a gas to get to know. That personality
(and values) really rubbed off well on you; being around people like that (and you, dof ) are reasons why I adore being in academia. When the pay is for crap compared to Industry, I always count my blessings of being around people that are incredibly interesting and have an environment to foster that innovation in.

By: Breakerslion

Breakerslion — Sun, 19 Mar 2006 02:28:42 +0000

Nicely done. I too still feel the loss, and this is a wound that mellows and matures like fine wine but does not heal. Hardly a day goes by that I do not think of my dad. Oddly, my mom just mailed me some photos of him, kind of out of the blue. I not only miss him for my own sake, I often think about how much he would have enjoyed being a grandfather, and what my sister’s kids missed by not having him around.

By: WeeDram

WeeDram — Sun, 19 Mar 2006 01:25:08 +0000

I was 7 months old when I lost my mother. It’s a pretty sure thing I don’t consciously remember her. But subconsciously? I can’t say; how can anyone? I have a few photos, and I retain some statements by her friends, her foster parents, about her. If they are even half true, she was the most wonderful woman who ever lived.

How do you mourn someone you can’t even picture in your memory? I don’t know, but every day, I do.

By: webs05

webs05 — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 21:09:16 +0000

I only caught one fish and what appeared to be a tire, couldn’t exactly tell before the line broke. And my dad made me throw the fish back .

By: WeeDram

WeeDram — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 20:20:44 +0000

I sit in my canoe and call “Here, fishy, fishy, fishy.” This is why I go to the store and buy salmon.

By: george.w

george.w — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 16:45:03 +0000

Personally my fishing tackle consists of a rock. I sit on the rock and enjoy being next to the stream. If a fish wants to jump up on the rock and become my dinner, so much the better.

By: WeeDram

WeeDram — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 14:21:48 +0000

Personally, I would sue Zebco because I can’t catch any fish with their reels. OK, this wasn’t meant to hijack this thread.

I wish I’d known Ray Wiman. I met him once, and was impressed with his calm comfort with himself.

By: momma

momma — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 14:11:43 +0000

Reading your posts the character of McGyver came to mind. Your ability to take something and turn it into a working unit to fit the need at hand has been fascinating. After reading a little of your father’s life I now understand your ability a little better. I envy this and look forward to other ‘inventions’ that necessity will dictate.