Sunday, June 01, 2008


One year today since my Dad went home to stay with his family in Heaven.
He was the best.
I miss him every day beyond words.

The picture of me sitting safely on my father's lap was taken in 1953.
We were traveling by boat 120 kilometers to see my ophthalmologist.
The trip would take six hours each way.Long journey for a girl of three. I remember it as was it yesterday.
My Dad seemed to relax and enjoy himself,as did I.
Nothing much to play with,but my Dad
had brought a newspaper with plain big fonts. He used
that to teach me the alphabet. When I returned I even knew how to write.

In the big city we went to a toy shop where I was allowed to choose two necklaces and a jewel box for myself.

The string broke many times, but my Dad would always take time to fix them. Gee, was he happy when the nylon string finally came on the market.

I've lost most things from my childhood, but the necklaces are still in their box.
Just to touch them brings a flood of good memories to the surface.


Amrita said...

Oh what a sweet picture with your Dad Felisol.

our sweet memories wrap themselves around us like a warm blanket but at the same time we feel an ache in our hearts.

Our comfort is that our beloved are rejoicing in the Lord by the sea of crystal in God 's throne room.

My Dad passed away 4 years ago and i miss him so much too.

May God comfort you and your family.

Terry said...

Dear Felisol
The year seems to have passed so fast.
It just seems like yesterday that we were praying for your Dad. Can it be a year already that he has beem worhipping the Lord in heaven?
He just continues there what he did on earth, praising the Man who died for him.
But still it must be so heavy on your heart the yearning you have and the days you have in missing him.
I really believe that Serina misses him so much too my Felisol.
God be with Terry

PS You and Amrita and Prem have what I really wish I had...the fact that your dads, all three of them knew the Lord..
You will see them again!

God's blessings on Mom Ljung..

Kris said...

Cute picture. So sweet. I'm sorry you're hurting.

Jim said...

Hi Felisol, this is a very touching story. Little girls are special with their Dads and remain that way until the Dad passes away.

It is nice that you have things to remember that were involved in your times with him.

We can add me to Terry's list, my Dad had been ready for Heaven for a long time.
He died a year ago last March.
[You might remember we had four family deaths of that generation in 2007.]

Too, I think your families are closer knit than they are in the U.S.

Felisol said...

Dear Amrita,
you are so right.
The memories will linger and and enrich me for the rest of my life. They are stones who have built me to the person I am.

We sure are rich who have had caring, loving, wise fathers.

The greater is the loss.
"Yet I every day carry with me what he gave me all those years.

It seems like only yesterday My Dad and his brother, uncle Leif talked about their longing for coming "home" wearing those beautiful rose-sweaters they got for Christmas in their childhood.

Dear Terry,
Your dad is still here and he shall not perish, No, nay, never.
God is faithful and he will not let his child get lost.
According to his own words he just cannot and will not stop calling Dad Golden.

Dear Kris,
thank you for your compassion.
I know it's deep felt, 'cause that's the way you are.
I should not complain that much, I guess.
A phrase from Ali McBeal helps me justify myself.
"My sorrows are important because they are mine."
Wish you all the joy and happiness of this world.

Dear Jim,
again, yes I do remember you had to endure a lot of heavy losses last year.
You have a remarkable way of mourning and enjoy life at the same time. I have a lot to learn from you.
And I do.
I don't think we are closer knit, we are just so few. 5 millions in the whole country. That makes our world smaller and well, may be closer knit after all.
John Donne knew a lot about this
'No Man is an Island'

No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Hugs for all from Felisol

Terry said...

Dear Felisol...For some reason I never noticed the picture of your treasures when I looked at this post the first time.
What a priceless treasure it is!
I got very few things from Dad Golden because he usually left that department up to Mom and he still does for that matter.
Well the year that I was 17, at Christmas time Mom Golden was in the hospital and Dad Golden gave me the money and told me that it was up to me to buy the presents for all of the kids. My! What a job THAT was!! All along, not that I am a selfish girl, I was thinking, "Well I guess I won't be getting anything for Christmas!"
The gifts were wrapped and I don't think we had a tree that year, so they were on the floor waiting for Christmas morning. Eight presents for nine children.
Much to my astonishment when Christmas morning dawned, there were nine presents from "Santa".
When I opened mine I could barely keep from crying. Dad had got one of his friends to pick me up a jar of sachet cream from Avon!
I was so touched that Dad Golden hadn't forgotten me Felisol!
Almost 42 years later and that memory is still strong.
By the way long after the sweet fragrance of that sachet was gone, sweeter still is the empty jar that I still have and sweeter still is the memory I still have of my precious Dad!!
Your post made me think of that just now my Felisol....God bless you my dear friend...Love Terry

PS Of course there was quite an assortment of gifts from all of the kids to Mom and Dad Golden.

PS The one funny thing I remember about that Christmas is that Dad made us Habitant Pea Soup for the Christmas meal and my brother, Teddy was so mad the he hit himself in the head and whined, "Fine Christmas dinner THIS is!" Ha!!
Years later when Teddy was in his 30's Dad Golden wrapped him up a present and underneath all of the fancy wrappings was a can Habitant Pea Soup!
Dad said. "Thanks for the memories!".....

Renae said...

I know you miss him. I am so glad you have those necklaces, still.