About my Dad
My dad loved his children Roddy, Tommy, Leo and Denise
He loved his loving wife Leona
He always took care of us
He loved his pets (Max, Mancub, Queenie, Snowball, Molly)
He loved cars
He liked going to flea markets
He enjoyed doing flues, mowing lawns, shoveling snow, selling tvs, vcrs
Memories of my dad
My dad always said don’t look at those pictures of hot girls you’ll go blind lol
Me and my dad used to mow lawns together at Langille’s, one day Langille got in his van
And he almost choke on the seatbelt because he put in on wrong.
One of my dad’s back tires was low on air and langille in the front seat he sunk down when I got in the
Backseat lol
We used to always carry on about wrestling
My dad used to barbecue hamburgers and some of the chokehold from the bottom of the barbecue got into the hamburger lol my mom and me tasted like rocks in them.
My dad a lot of time took me to sobeys and told me lol to open up one of those regular size 500ml of chocolate milk and drink it lol and never paid for it lol
Me and dad used to buy the pepsi slushies before going to mow a lawn
My dad walked the butt of our past little doggie Queenie hehe
My dad loved his kit kat bars
My father never was into the rich life always made just enough money so we could live
My father loved going to weddings
Me and dad always carried on with a stuffed toy called slyvester
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Our loved ones will remain with us, as long as we treasure their memory. For me, such love is revisited in Mommy’s Writings: Mommy, would you like a sandwich? We’re blessed in having shared such precious times with our loved ones, which go in feelings from one end of a rainbow to the other end whose radiance continues on, even though we cannot see it. I accept this because of what I experienced and then wrote in Mommy’s Writings, which will be in Marketplace by year-end 2010. Life is eternal, as is God’s love for his creation of whom we are his own.
Suzanne McMillen-Fallon, Published Author
www.strategicbookpublishing.com/Mommy, would you like a sandwich?
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