Oh my gosh Cam once again you have tugged at my heartstrings. I wish everyone could read this and maybe they will take life a little slower and appreciate the people in their lives. This is what our country needs right now. Not fighting at school board meetings, not shooting randomly in schools, supermarkets, malls, or holiday parades. People who profess how religious they are need to practice the golden rule. Can't we all just get along? I'm so proud of you and your brothers and I know your Dad is too. When we were expecting you, Cincinnatii Milacron had transferred him to metro Detroit. My Dad died suddenly of a stroke We drove t o Covington for the funeral and I fainted at the viewing. The dr. said I shouldn't travel so your Dad dtrve back and forth from Mi. to Ky. on weekends. My Dad owned a neighborhood bar so your Dad-to-be tended bar, placed orders, hired people to work during the week, and kept the books. It was February and he was making these trips in winter weather with little sleep. He was able to transfer back to Cincinnati in time for your birth. Of course he had to handle moving our worldly goods on his own. This meant a demotion, no company car , no expense account. Of course given his work ethic, it didn't take long before he was offered a job in another dept. . This is one of many times in our one month shy of 50 years of marriage. As his health declined, I vowed to be at every dr. visit, procedure, and cardio rehab and we'd do his dialysis setiup every night and disconnect every morning. And yet he worried he was wearing me down as he dealt with so many health issues. I never knew what I'd find when I went in to wake him each morning. He's been going almost 8 days and already there are so many things I wish I could tell him even though I told him every day how much I loved him. We were always there for each other to get us through the bad times and now he's not around to help me through the worst. I can't imagine my life without him in it. I told him our nightly ritual of "goodnight my love" as they carried him past me for the last time. Please let people know how you feel and don't put things off.
Love this story. My Dad now 93.5, was ‘The King’ of the neighborhood games. I’m proud to say I carried on the tradition in our neighborhood & we had an ‘over the fence’ 3 out rule. Many summer games extended into the evening under the spotlights. The Birch St. All Stars are now grown with their own families. This 69 yr old ‘steady pitcher’ (w/ a nasty curve & knuckle ball), looks forward to watching the 3rd generation continue the backyard tradition & establish their own 3 out rule. Thank you for sharing your poignant story, it brought me back to a simpler time.
I'm sitting here ugly crying. I loved the story! It brought back so many memories of the neighborhood baseball games we had in our backyard. I was the only girl in my neighborhood, so I really had to earn the right to play with the boys. I am so sorry to hear about your dad. My heart goes out to you.
Cam, that is a beautiful story...Brings back very similar memories and stories of my childhood in Cheviot. I heard your interview on the radio that night; sorry for your loss.
Oh my gosh Cam once again you have tugged at my heartstrings. I wish everyone could read this and maybe they will take life a little slower and appreciate the people in their lives. This is what our country needs right now. Not fighting at school board meetings, not shooting randomly in schools, supermarkets, malls, or holiday parades. People who profess how religious they are need to practice the golden rule. Can't we all just get along? I'm so proud of you and your brothers and I know your Dad is too. When we were expecting you, Cincinnatii Milacron had transferred him to metro Detroit. My Dad died suddenly of a stroke We drove t o Covington for the funeral and I fainted at the viewing. The dr. said I shouldn't travel so your Dad dtrve back and forth from Mi. to Ky. on weekends. My Dad owned a neighborhood bar so your Dad-to-be tended bar, placed orders, hired people to work during the week, and kept the books. It was February and he was making these trips in winter weather with little sleep. He was able to transfer back to Cincinnati in time for your birth. Of course he had to handle moving our worldly goods on his own. This meant a demotion, no company car , no expense account. Of course given his work ethic, it didn't take long before he was offered a job in another dept. . This is one of many times in our one month shy of 50 years of marriage. As his health declined, I vowed to be at every dr. visit, procedure, and cardio rehab and we'd do his dialysis setiup every night and disconnect every morning. And yet he worried he was wearing me down as he dealt with so many health issues. I never knew what I'd find when I went in to wake him each morning. He's been going almost 8 days and already there are so many things I wish I could tell him even though I told him every day how much I loved him. We were always there for each other to get us through the bad times and now he's not around to help me through the worst. I can't imagine my life without him in it. I told him our nightly ritual of "goodnight my love" as they carried him past me for the last time. Please let people know how you feel and don't put things off.
Wonderful memories!
Love this story. My Dad now 93.5, was ‘The King’ of the neighborhood games. I’m proud to say I carried on the tradition in our neighborhood & we had an ‘over the fence’ 3 out rule. Many summer games extended into the evening under the spotlights. The Birch St. All Stars are now grown with their own families. This 69 yr old ‘steady pitcher’ (w/ a nasty curve & knuckle ball), looks forward to watching the 3rd generation continue the backyard tradition & establish their own 3 out rule. Thank you for sharing your poignant story, it brought me back to a simpler time.
Wow. Just… wow.
I'm sitting here ugly crying. I loved the story! It brought back so many memories of the neighborhood baseball games we had in our backyard. I was the only girl in my neighborhood, so I really had to earn the right to play with the boys. I am so sorry to hear about your dad. My heart goes out to you.
Love it, one of my sisters & her best friend were all girl but always some of the 1st picked because they were so damn good.
Such a great and personal story! Thank you for sharing with us!
Cam, that is a beautiful story...Brings back very similar memories and stories of my childhood in Cheviot. I heard your interview on the radio that night; sorry for your loss.