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Four Years, Tomorrow

Posted on 27 Feb ’11 by Nikki Murray

In remembrance of my father, and some of his brighter and happier last days.

In my attempts to look for some of my very, very old posts, I began searching through a stack of aging CDs buried away in a box in the basement. I’ve blogged on some website (blogger, livejournal, leakingbrainfluid.com, nikkihoh.com, buttershug.com, cherished.org and more) since about 1998 and had the bad habit of deleting everything on my site and starting fresh.

Sadly, I never found any of my post backups, but I did find a lot of old photos taken of my girls over the years:

we stayed downtown that night and had this view from the hall (the room view was less glamorous)

The yearly pilgrimage

Posted on 2 Jul ’10 by Nikki Murray

Every year I drive up to Chicago to see the family and visit the cemetery. The visit started began with a dinner, a trip to the cemetery and some walking around downtown. Family, food, friends and fun… always a good beginning. (Incidentally, I forgot my camera gear, so all these photos were taken with an iPhone4.)

Happy 60th, Daddy

Posted on 27 Jun ’10 by Nikki Murray

The photo above was taken on his 40th birthday. Today would have been his 60th. I should be with him or calling him and chiding him about becoming such an old man, but I can’t. I can only look through photos, wishing he was still here to celebrate with while eating white angel food cake covered with chocolate frosting.

Dad, Lynnie, Lynn's sister, Uncle Michael, and me

some of the Murray clan, being completely natural

Dad, my Uncle John, Aunt Maureen, and Uncle Michael

my birthday party (I loved that spirograph)

this was as serious as anyone would get in a photo

Dad was so tired from his flight, but he couldn't wait to hold his first grandbaby, Lex

Em and her grandpa on the tram at Disneyworld

three generations at Disneyworld once again

I miss you always and love you forever, Dad.

On Death and Grieving

Posted on 10 Feb ’10 by Nikki Murray

This is one of those topics I find it difficult to delve into. I’ve attempted to come up with another theme to write about over the last few weeks to no avail. Some subjects just refuse to go away until you pay heed to them. So here I sit with my headphones on, addressing those feelings that demand my attention.

I still remember the feelings of anxiety, helplessness and the urgent need to reach my father’s side as soon as possible when he was admitted to the hospital. He called me from outside the emergency room to let me know he was finally going to see a doctor. It’d been almost a month and a half since he’d first complained about a sore throat and it had now reached the point where he could no longer swallow liquids.