| What do you say to the man who tickled your toes as a baby, literally scaring the five-year-old crap out of you because you were sure that your big toe was coming off for sure this time? To the man you faithfully gave you ten dollars every year on your birthday, and hosted Christmas since you wore diapers. Who handed out chocolate easter bunnies frozen so solid that his grandchildren looked like dogs gnawing on bones. Who supplied all the wrigleys spearmint gum a kid could ever want. To a man whose ailments would sometimes result in an unexpected odor during thanksgiving dinner. What do you say to him when it's last time you will touch his warm hand?
What does one think when the finish line is so close? How much does the morphine numb the heart and head? Do you feel ready for it? Does it bring you some sense of peace to know that you won't be the one crossing out a name in the address book this time? Are you deciding who you will spend time with first? God? Wife? Daughters? Bill Thiessen?
What will you miss most? The harvest? The spring? Blue prairie skies or endless fields of gold? Fishing? Are you scared to meet God?
Well Henry the next time I hold your hand it probably won't be warm.
So now I'd like you all to stand and raise your glasses to a man who has loved and lost more than most could imagine. To the pioneer of an incredible family. To a man who watched the world change from horses to cars, from letters to emails, from singing to sitcoms. Know that you are loved, and know that you loved well. You were the grandest of parents and you will be missed.
Aufwiedersehen! |
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| Alright well a couple weeks ago, battling 40 degree heat and 4 hours of sleep I set out for Sydney with some friends to watch my new favorite sport...Cricket. New Zealand were playing Australia in a one day match at the historic Sydney Cricket Ground. Here is a photo journal of that day.  Bindi getting Skippy ready for the day.
 Making sure we are hydrated for the day.
 Sam and I getting our cheer on.
 Barno sporting the home colors.
 6 hrs played only a couple hrs to go.
 woo hoo?
and all the people who had an amazing day said.... AMEN! p.s. 2 weeks and counting, see you soon. |
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| I couldn't get you all gifts so I wrote a few poems for all y'all here goes:
Snow is white, so is
Rice. My white Christmas comes with
teryaki sauce.
Pointy boots don't mean
pointy feet. Give that elf a
second chance at love.
Now playing:"CHRISTMAS
IN OZ" Two thumbs up and one
hundred fahrenheits.
Due to laziness
and harmful UV rays your
tree lights lack vibrance.
Purple jumpsuit for
Santa? Holiday colours
to be changed next year.
Note to Carollers:
Joy to the World easier
to sing in E flat.
Miss the snow? Stare at
the sun long enough and soon
everything looks white.
Put that record on
"Mariah Carey's Christmas"
seasonal and smooth.
"But waxing your sleigh
still won't make an overnight
world tour feasible."
Twas the night before
Christmas and all through the house...
people were sweating.
I bet investing
in North Pole Toys and Plastics
would yield a profit.
If I saw a big
eastern star, I would just say
"WOW that's a big star!!"
Merry Christmas!!! |
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