“Every time I lay aside my desire to minister to another, I am living out the results of Christ’s death on the cross.” —Bob Bixby, my dad
Just found this on a scrap piece of paper in an old NT going through a drawer of things at my mom’s. Dad’s handwriting. #mydaddymemories#dadslegacy
Donated to the Cancer Council today, $700!! For any of my new followers that may not know the reason why I donate ALL profit to @cancercouncil In January 2015 my mum was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer & then in August 2015 my dad was diagnosed with leukaemia and passed in March 2016. I started sewing as a therapy, a way to process my grief and within that grief I started making unique handmade items to raise money for Cancer Council. It was my way I felt I could help in a situation I couldn't change, in total I have now individually raised $14,200 from my items. I would not have been able to do that without the incredible support that so many of you ladies have shown and continued to show over the past few years. I've been back at work full time for sometime now so sewing has been slow but I've been able to do more natural dyeing which has been a great time to be able to reflect and relax. I am a daughter, a wife, a mum of two small girls who works full time and loves to create in my spare time to raise money for cancer Council in the hope that one day Cancer no longer exists. Thank you so much for helping me support others. Fashion for a cause. ✨
Some thoughts after helping my 9 year old make a PowerPoint last night for his “How To” project due today. ———————————————————————— 1.) I never realized the hilarity and insanity that ensues when I attempt to do something technical I haven’t done in awhile until my son pointed it out (and laughed at me). Some of my behaviors include talking to myself, yelling at the computer, asking the computer questions and answering them sarcastically in strange voices, uttering cuss words under my breath but quickly changing them (aka Shiitake mushrooms and fudge brownies), and triumphantly cheering and happy dancing because I actually figured it out! 🍄 ———————————————————————- 2.) My brainiac son chose to teach his class how to play chess. For real? I’m pretty sure the best I could do at age 9 was how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (and I’d probably still garble that up)!! 🤓 —————————————————————— 3.) Why did his teacher assign this project for the second to last week of school? Seriously. I stopped reading school emails weeks ago. At this point I don’t even care if he loses points for sloppiness or lengthiness or tardiness (hence we were working on it the night before it was due). Just think how much better this project would have been if it had been assigned at the beginning of the trimester! 📓 ———————————————————————- 4.) I can’t wait to see how we did! 💯 ———————————————————————- 5.) I still have no clue how to play chess!🤷♀️ ——————————————————————— P.S. Those chess pieces in the box belonged to my dad who taught my son how to play chess when he was in kindergarten. ❤️💔
My Saturday night read. Without a doubt one of my favorite artists. Now that my dad is gone I can't have conversations with him about his art, which he mostly stopped after 1976. I know that he liked Dali as well and I definitely see some influence there. I'm not sure why I'm posting this but I believe it's meant to be shared. I think my Dad sent me a message the other night when he knew I was having a hard time. The next pictures are not even close to being some of my favorites but certainly provide a bit of a glimpse into the diversity of his sketches and water colors. I believe the portrait of the woman is of someone he had an affair with that ultimately ended my parents marriage. The last picture being a self portrait. Shout out to my Dad who not only passed down his love of art but also his creative abilities that I see in all the members of my family. #Dali#Fortheloveofart#Dadslegacy
Spring garden planting day is finally here. Giving King Richard leeks a try this year along with dad’s favorite, the Detroit Dark Red beets. So grateful to grow up with a true vegetable gardener. Each year my time in my own garden takes me back to those memories of childhood. #garden#seedlings#planting#seeds#dadslegacy#thebeetgoeson#ilovemylife
Francis Hussey you should be very proud of this! I'm proud of you for sticking with it and believing in it as a project. Can't wait to see it when you come up next week.
Dad looked forward to finishing his work more than anything else and as his life here was coming to an end, He was busy finishing his work. It was a sunny and beautiful day, Dad loved this kind of weather and so did I. Though the steps to the street corner were each a challenge, he was anxious to get outside and feel the sun shine on the back of his neck. [ 896 more words ] #dadslegacy#makingmoments#livefully
John C. Brown, my dad, would have been 91 today. He was a Master Plumber, Motel owner, and a much loved husband,father and grandfather. He’s been gone for 16 years and we all miss him every day. Love you always Pop.#father#ancestry#dadslegacy#headofthefamily
Was reminded by Mak today of Arwah Abah's published short stories by Dewan Bahasa & Pustaka. I quickly searched for the books in Mak's small library and found the books.
I remember reading "Otak" during my schooling years and was completely blown away. It was a pretty trippy fiction - about a guy who ventured to a parallel universe.
The non-finction in-depth study & psychoanalysis of the Malay folklore "Batu Belah Batu Bertangkup" was something I never read (although I'm aware of the published article). Who would've thought about doing such study back in the 70s - much less referencing it to Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud's theories? Mind.blown.
Always amazing to look back at Arwah Abah's articles and stories. I have really fond memories of helping him cut out his articles and filing them in thick red board books. 😍❤️
My baby had a cough but nothing beats sitting with your eldest son talking business, listening to your middle child's heart and soul poured into his music and seeing your 2nd baby off to his vacation doing what he loves, snowboarding. @bastardtattoos babe you helped do this, they're still in the making, striving after you. You gave them a foundation that no matter what we go through we stick it out and look out for each other. Tough love, lessons they learned and a piece of you is in each one..my heart is full of gratitude #DADSLEGACY#godsent#1inamillion @aaron_fb6 @dxmsamuel @westcoast_rayo Angel and Arjay
Balik kampung today for some durian. Dad left us behind this durian orchard and this beautiful resort style house that he and mom built more than 20 years ago. This was dad's heaven on earth. We love coming back here because it reminds us of dad. Al-Fatihah. #dadslegacy#fruitland#fondmemories#durian
About 20 years ago my dad and his best friend Jay drunkenly decided to build a maze in our field below our house. It is where our childhood was spent, where the fairies hid sweets on our birthdays and the Easter bunny left chocolate. When Jay passed away it became somewhat of a graveside for us to visit because he was from England. When his wife Verina passed away we visited it when we wanted to say hello to them both. It was only fitting then, that my dad was buried in the graveyard right beside it with only a couple of metres between his grave and the maze. Now, 10 years after dad died I find it such a comfort to have the maze on my doorstep where I can not only remember my amazing childhood but my amazing family members who are no longer here. It's not very big and it's only as tall as your shoe, but it's a world of peace for me. It's open to anyone and it warms my heart to see both local kids and tourists stroll around it. (The first pic was taken this week and the second is an aerial view from about 15 years ago just to give an idea of its outline.) #maze#labrinth#dadslegacy
They're not just Christmas Cards in a tree. They're my dad's legacy. .
My dad's favorite time of year was Christmas. He didn't hide it either: often playing Christmas songs as early as Halloween. .
But even more than Christmas, dad loved to GIVE. It was who he was. And he made sure to give his family something extra special on Christmas. .
Not a gift, but a Christmas Card. Telling us how much he loved us. And when the torn wrapping paper settled, all the presents unopened, we'd each sit and read the special message dad wrote us.
And this morning, as we came out to the livingroom, we saw Christmas Cards in the tree. .
They're my dad's legacy. .