It’s been a while since I’ve posted here…seems when daddy passed a part of me just felt so lost.
I want to thank all of you for the many years you let me ramble about “crabbing with my daddy”
I would come in from our trips so muddy and tired but with my heart and head so full I just had to share…and you patiently allowed me to.
I wish I had copied them to re read and relived…but I can still remember the times we shared and always will.
Tomorrow (Monday the 29th) will be a year since we lost our daddy.
But then again…those words don’t seem to be appropriate.
We didn’t lose him…he didn’t just up and leave us …he just couldn’t fight the disease that had taken over his body.
And my daddy was a fighter.
He fought for those he loved,…his country,…his beliefs.
He fought what was happening to him as best he could…and never complained.
My Daddy was a humble man…he loved his family and friends…and the ocean, creeks and shores that he knew so well and had worked most of his life.
He had knowledge of things most wouldnt believe, and was a scholar of life experiences.
And Boy the stories he could tell.#128522;
He could tell me a story in such detail that I could almost feel myself there experiencing it too.
And Then there were those times he would “spin” me a tale so believable… or do things like convince me that those birds that dive under the water are called “sink ass birds”…and I would believe him…until I later realized I had been had by a master at this art.#128513;
If you ever saw that slow smile and crinkle at the corner of his mouth and eyes…you better watch out as there was no telling what he was going to say or do.
I often found myself on the receiving end of this…and im sure others of you have too…and have to admit now that it’s some of my best memories, And makes me laugh when my heart wants to cry.
While daddy may have slowed in his later years…Daddy never seemed to age in my /our eyes
We was always just “Daddy”…bubby…Capt. Lou…brother,de
Of the hundreds of pictures I have of daddy…this one is one of my favorite.
I can still see and hear the sound of him working those tongs with such ease…those same tongs that seemed to become angry beasts fighting against me and causing him much laughter…and now I look at it and wonder what he was thinking as he gazed out into the morning light.
Guess he would probably laugh and say he wasn’t thinking about nothing except that for once I was being quiet…lol
So sorry for your loss. I was just thinking about you two the other day. I always enjoyed reading your reports and stories on the water with him. They say when a loved one passes. It’s like losing a finger or a leg. You never get over it, but learn to live with it. Will be praying that God gives you strength. I took my wife and four kids crabbing a couple weeks ago. Here’s a couple pics.
quote:I want to thank all of you for the many years you let me ramble about "crabbing with my daddy"
Penny. I think I can speak for many of us here on CF when I say, your “ramblings” were enjoyed by so many. The photos you posted and the stories you told were wonderful and I for one miss them. I know what you mean about missing your Dad. My Mother passed away 19 years ago last month and my Dad passed in the summer of 2016. Even at my age, there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about both of them and miss them both. I guess you are never too old to need your parents. It is good to see you post Penny. Hope you’ll do so a little more often.
“Apathy is the Glove into Which Evil Slips It’s Hand”, but really, who cares?
Wondered why we had not heard from you in quite awhile. Pray that you continue to be strong, carry on what you and your Father achieved and remember he brought you thus far and now it’s time for you to carry that TORCH. Hope to hear from you soon.
“Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education”
While I never had the honor and privilege to meet your father, your words, stories and pictures of him and your excursions together made me feel like I’ve known both of you all of my life. You’re right though. You didn’t “lose” your father. You know right where he is and that he’s happy and in perfect health. While he is not of this physical world, he lives on in you. I hope you see that. Don’t underestimate the impact you have on the people around you and how your father lives on in you and through you, he is still having an impact on those around you. Your love for your father will never die and therefore, your father’s spirit will never die. I know that’s not the same as being able to hug his neck but I bet if you try real hard, you can still hear his voice. There aren’t any words to be said that can erase the pain or fill the void. Just know that people only truly die when we forget them. I’m sure I speak for a lot of people when I say, even though I never met him, I will never forget the things about him I’ve come to know through your posts here on CF. I am honored that you have shared and continue to share your stories about your father with us. Thank you, Penny. God bless.
“You don’t always know where you stand till you know that you won’t run away.” ~Slipknot
Penny, the charleston fishing community also feels your loss. Certainly not to the extent that you do…but you, your daddy and you stories have been and will continue to be, part of this community. Take care of yourself and know that many people are thinking of you.
Thank y’all all so much.
I think about the life less ons he taught me everyday…like the time after a dear friend passed and I said to him…I just don’t understand…and he said…penny life is like the tides…they come and go and there’s nothing we can do to change that.
My daddy was right…and often the tides bring treasures to us…shells on the beach…fish in the water…even corks in the Marsh.
Life is like that too…except our treasures are our memories of those we know…and love.
Daddy looked at life in simple ways and things…but boy they sure made sense.
I was so blessed and he will live on with me everyday.
Thank you all so much for your kind words.
Penny: I don’t know you other than reading your posts here . . . . And yet I feel like I’ve known you forever. You are a great story teller. Don’t stop. I miss my dad too. That happens. Part of life. Let that be a reason to write. I think you have that talent. A tribute to dad, if you will.
Ramble? Never. At least not that I’ve noticed. Nothing but honest sincere words from you.
Dad’s fixing to turn 85, He gave up all his cows last year due to health issues. Just got home from his place. Helped him dig some sweet potatoes and he gave me a ton of figs and some of large japanese persimmons. Got to listen to him tell me about a fox that got his favorite Duck last night and how he has set a trap for it hoping to get it tonight. He’s got several over the summer. At least he can still do some stuff. Reason I stopped by was because he caught a large bass out of his pond that he wanted for supper but his hands hurt to bad to clean it.
I think about your many stories and make an effort to get over and see my Dad as much as possible. He’s a library of practical knowledge and good sentiment. Lord knows what I’ll do when he passes. Life has been good to him, He was given 5 years to live in 1983. Agent Orange has not been his friend, 6 heart attacks, two open heart surgery’s, many mini strokes, liver issues, and several other health issues. Tuff rascal. Now I’m rambling…
I’m sorry to hear that your Dad has passed. It’s not an easy life after losing a parent. My Dad passed 50 years ago next month. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. He loved fishing.
Peace to you and your family.
Thank you all so very much…I want to share with you a pic that Brian barclough and his wife asked Bob Thames to do for me.
A real treasure. I look at it and remember the day I took that pic and smile
Just as I smile knowing that all of you are like family to me too
That is awesome Penny. I remember you posting that photo or one very much like it. It really struck me how it appeared that the dolphin was just saying “hey” to an old friend.
“Apathy is the Glove into Which Evil Slips It’s Hand”, but really, who cares?
This was the original…he and that dolphin had a crazy funny relationship…he would talk to it like a old friend all the while fussing for it to stop harrasing us.
It would be soaking us one mi
Nute and be peering over the boat the next. Many a times.e I would be pullinga pot and have it pop up and blow water and air on me scaring the devil out of me and daddy would laugh and laugh as if they had planned it together
