Friday, January 11, 2008

Momma Is getting Out







Hey Daddy,



It's been a while. I've been hanging with Mom as much as I can. She is not letting much grass grow under her feet. We drove up to the bay area and down to the San Diego convention center. She was thrilled to meet Chris Gardner, the guy featured in the movie "Pursuit of Happiness"
On our travels we reminisced, laughed, cried, laughed some more, smiled in your enormous quiet energy. It is quite pleasant what you have given us.
She worked a couple of conferences with me. It worked out very well, she's a people person.
She's missing you so much as we all do. I am always feeling you. I appreciate you always being the beat that is so deep my heart.
Tristen and Joi enjoyed Granmer being in Florida during the Christmas holiday and it seems she was elated to be here as well. I love and miss you.
Pamela Ann

Sunday, October 7, 2007

In Our Elements

Hello Daddy,
Connie and I hung out with you today. We went out to eat and she ordered one of your combination favorites. She had a tuna sandwich, toasted bread with coffe. How did you like that? We drove around, windows down, hair blowing, listening to Franky Beverly & Maze. Before we knew it, we were back at Griffin Park ... all in our elements "The Rob's." Thinking of you always. I love you.
Pamela Ann

Monday, September 24, 2007

Daddy,
How are you today? I want you to know that you constantly inspire me to keep going, to be productive and to strive to achieve the next goal. As you see, I have posted your picture online and the twinkle in your eye is a constant reminder to "doing it the best you can, is better than not doing it at all!" I Love You Daddy. Pamela Ann

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

The Day My Father Passed



The day my father passed I felt so far away. I had imagined his image on an obituary the night before. That was my cue to call and say "Good Night." He laid waiting for that moment to come for years. I'm really happy imagining everything that he is doing now. I wonder, is he playing his drums or did he head right to the bathroom so he can stand up and pee holding his own wee wee (I mean din-a-ling, cause I bet my Dad was hung)? Is he golfing on big relaxing field of green or standing up over a barbecue pit with music on rocking to the beat? Whatever it is he's doing, I see a twinkle in his eye and folks drawing closer to his engaging conversations.
I love you forever Daddy! Your, Pamela Ann