Thursday, November 26, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Remembering My Dad, With Love And Smiles...
Maybe THIS is why I have always loved dancing...
My dad, John Arthur Heise, was my first dance partner.
And he taught me how to bowl...he was an excellent bowler.
And without knowing it, he instilled in me that special-albeit-odd sense of Heise humor that comes in handy at the strangest times...and I thank God for that.
My dad, bless his heart, would have turned 88 this week...
Oh, we had our issues. And there was a 14-year time span -- from the day I turned 21 till sometime in my mid 30s -- that we rarely talked on the phone and never saw each other. But we were fortunate in that at the end of his journey here on earth (about a dozen years ago), we had the chance to make amends and hug and tell each other how much we loved each other...
Sadly, my dad never met Daniel or my sister's children, Aaron and Liz...blame it on time, distance, difficult family dynamics, health problems... and yet, in his own way, I know he loved them...
It's all about forgiveness...sometimes hard, but not impossible, to find...
Anyway, thinking of you, Dad. And smiling...
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