Hi everyone. It's been a while since I've posted regularly on here since I frequented TFB if anything at all as a forum, for the last year and a half. For those who don't know me, my father passed away a year ago after a battle with prostate cancer. It really doesn't seem all that long ago, but wow does time fly. I was able to put up an online post about a year or so ago at TFB reflecting my tribute to him; I hope I haven't lost that since the site is down (burner, shed some light if you can ). My online presence was non-existent for a while and only a few posters knew what was up. I'll go and visit him today. It's taken a while to get used to the sense of quiet without him. The hole is still there though. I find myself repeating or saying things like he would, silly quips, without even thinking. We've had a snowstorm up here and another is on the way, and I remarked that "It's colded"(sic) to someone. I found myself laughing to myself and didn't explain why. My dad was funny that way. I hope I didn't engender any hard feelings by posting when it was convenient; I just felt the need to share a little. Thanks for reading . . .Kevin.

That hole doesnt go away. Sorry to hear(read) about your loss.

sorry to hear about your father

Hey Kevin. Talk to Bill. He'll let you know what's going on.

Sorry for your loss. I don't think the hole ever goes away, we have to get used to it being there over time.

You are welcome to post here whenever you feel, no punishment for time away.

KEV!!!!!! I read of your loss at TFB. So sorry my friend. Glad you are back though.

Sorry to hear about it. We're all glad you're back.

It will be 15 years this June 22nd since my father passed away. It doesn't hurt much less, you just get more used to the pain, that's all. You never forget.

Sorry to hear man. But welcome back.

Thanks for the kind words peeps. Wednesday was the day after a huge snowstorm, so I couldn't really see the plaque my mother and I put up for him. My cousin went the day before so I ended up following in his footsteps to go and pay my respects. He loved to garden, so I guess the onus is now on me to see that the tradition continues. I'm still eating veggies that he planted. The least I can try and do is put a flower that I reared for him. That'l have to wait until we break the record for annual city snowfall. More on the way tomorrow and the weekend. Makes me feel like a kid again, and that only brings back more funny memories of him.

As long as you can keep him alive in fond memories, he will always be with you.