Sunday, August 22, 2010
Cousin Power!
San Diego Summer 2010 looked something like this... I may come back and add text later but now I must get to sleeep!
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Woodybury Megrew Burgess II 1939 - 2010
A baby - already so mischievous and mirthful and himself
A boy and brother
A young trouble maker and handsome guy (yes, that is a schoolyard, yes that is a cigarette!) The one with the car - he is seventeen!
A military man and midnight sky diver
A husband and newlywed
A young father, an older father
A hard working mechanic who often smelled of oil, sweat and cigs.
A trucker through and through. A dog lover like no other.
My father of the bride
A grandfather to Brenda, Christopher, Sabrina, Evan and Finley
Generous to a fault (we were all laughing remembering the time he gave away our Thanksgiving turkey:) Oh, and an absolutely hopeless romantic... Here he is with his "girlfriend" as he liked to call Mom.
Alas, he was a pretty crappy patient. He never admitted to the amount of pain he was in and always tried to do way to much. One of the last photos taken of him - the day we sprung him from the hospital. He was so happy to be home.
Whew, well there it is. The pictures I can do. The words to say about the loss of my father I cannot do here now. Oh, my gosh - though he drove us crazy much of the time we all loved him so, did we not? His friend Jacob described him as an angel - I really like that.
A boy and brother
A young trouble maker and handsome guy (yes, that is a schoolyard, yes that is a cigarette!) The one with the car - he is seventeen!
A military man and midnight sky diver
A husband and newlywed
A young father, an older father
A hard working mechanic who often smelled of oil, sweat and cigs.
A trucker through and through. A dog lover like no other.
My father of the bride
A grandfather to Brenda, Christopher, Sabrina, Evan and Finley
Generous to a fault (we were all laughing remembering the time he gave away our Thanksgiving turkey:) Oh, and an absolutely hopeless romantic... Here he is with his "girlfriend" as he liked to call Mom.
Alas, he was a pretty crappy patient. He never admitted to the amount of pain he was in and always tried to do way to much. One of the last photos taken of him - the day we sprung him from the hospital. He was so happy to be home.
Whew, well there it is. The pictures I can do. The words to say about the loss of my father I cannot do here now. Oh, my gosh - though he drove us crazy much of the time we all loved him so, did we not? His friend Jacob described him as an angel - I really like that.
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