First holiday without my husband...
Nov 26, 2019 22:05:22 GMT
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Post by KelleeM on Nov 26, 2019 22:05:22 GMT
Dick loved holidays. He enjoyed spending time with family. I know they’re all going to be difficult...and we have Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Year’s Eve all in quick succession. Our wedding anniversary is NYE, well, technically January 1 but we always celebrated both days.
I’ve been told by several Peas to keep telling stories about Dick so here’s one of his favorites...
A little backstory...Dick was the oldest of seven siblings and most of them were a bit loud, outgoing and definitely fun loving. I’m the sixth of seven siblings and my family is much quieter, more laid back and much less gregarious.
We went to my parent’s house for a pre-Christmas dinner with a couple of aunts, uncles, and other family members. There were about 10 of us around the table and we were all eating. Apparently we were very quiet and Dick took notice of this. I saw him looking around and then, out of nowhere, he says “you know, Kellee doesn’t let me wear pants when we go to bed at night.” My Dad just gave him a look and everyone else kind of looked at each other in disbelief. This was definitely not something my family talked about! I’m sure I said “DICK!” rather loudly. He had certainly broken the ice and there was lots of conversation after that. Thankfully it wasn’t all about what we wore or didn’t wear to bed. He loved telling this story and took a great deal of pride in saying that he “loosened up” my family.
He hated spiders. He would say he wasn’t afraid of them but I witnessed an episode that made me believe that wasn’t true. We were going to bed one night and he asked me to give him a magazine. I didn’t have one and asked what he needed it for. He pointed to a tiny little spider on the ceiling. I told him it was fine and we should just go to bed but he insisted it had to die. Seriously, it was a small spider (when he told this story it was humongous). So he picked up a tissue box and tried to hit the spider but he just knocked it down. This prompted him to yell for me to get a flashlight because he had to track it. By this time I was laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my cheeks. He didn’t find it funny and insisted he needed a flashlight. He finally realized that the spider was gone. I was still laughing and he was not happy about this spider being in our room. He kept looking but it was gone. He finally calmed down and decided it was okay to go to sleep when he pulled back the quilt and the spider was right next to his pillow! Of course he had to kill it and flush it down the toilet. He loved to tell people that I would catch and release spiders and they’d come back and haunt him.
I miss him so much and still find it hard to believe he’s gone. I go to call him all the time and keep thinking “I have to remember to tell Dick...”
Thanks for indulging me.
I’ve been told by several Peas to keep telling stories about Dick so here’s one of his favorites...
A little backstory...Dick was the oldest of seven siblings and most of them were a bit loud, outgoing and definitely fun loving. I’m the sixth of seven siblings and my family is much quieter, more laid back and much less gregarious.
We went to my parent’s house for a pre-Christmas dinner with a couple of aunts, uncles, and other family members. There were about 10 of us around the table and we were all eating. Apparently we were very quiet and Dick took notice of this. I saw him looking around and then, out of nowhere, he says “you know, Kellee doesn’t let me wear pants when we go to bed at night.” My Dad just gave him a look and everyone else kind of looked at each other in disbelief. This was definitely not something my family talked about! I’m sure I said “DICK!” rather loudly. He had certainly broken the ice and there was lots of conversation after that. Thankfully it wasn’t all about what we wore or didn’t wear to bed. He loved telling this story and took a great deal of pride in saying that he “loosened up” my family.
He hated spiders. He would say he wasn’t afraid of them but I witnessed an episode that made me believe that wasn’t true. We were going to bed one night and he asked me to give him a magazine. I didn’t have one and asked what he needed it for. He pointed to a tiny little spider on the ceiling. I told him it was fine and we should just go to bed but he insisted it had to die. Seriously, it was a small spider (when he told this story it was humongous). So he picked up a tissue box and tried to hit the spider but he just knocked it down. This prompted him to yell for me to get a flashlight because he had to track it. By this time I was laughing so hard I had tears streaming down my cheeks. He didn’t find it funny and insisted he needed a flashlight. He finally realized that the spider was gone. I was still laughing and he was not happy about this spider being in our room. He kept looking but it was gone. He finally calmed down and decided it was okay to go to sleep when he pulled back the quilt and the spider was right next to his pillow! Of course he had to kill it and flush it down the toilet. He loved to tell people that I would catch and release spiders and they’d come back and haunt him.
I miss him so much and still find it hard to believe he’s gone. I go to call him all the time and keep thinking “I have to remember to tell Dick...”
Thanks for indulging me.
I hope that being able to share his stories with us here will bring you a tiny bit of joy. He obviously had a big personality and it’s no surprise how much he will be missed by all who loved him.
