hey Ed, you were on aircraft carriers in the navy and a volunteer firefighter too, are you sure you aren't my dad?

when were you in the navy, I think my dad was on aircraft carriers in the early sixties cause when he came back he bought his first new car, a 67 mustang coupe.

 

Are you my long lost son! LOL

I was over in the Gulf of Tonkin form 69 to 71 and I came home to a brand new 71 Chevelle that I special ordered.

 

I lived through a fire when I was a kid. We lived in a little farm house with out a good heatting system. We use electric heaters in the bedrooms. I shared my room with three others, one of which was my brother Mike who was the youngest of us kids. He decided that he would have warm socks in the morning for school if he hung them wet over the heater. Because they were wet he thoghgt they would not burn. Oh about three in the morning I woke up to smoke. I grabed my brother and the rest of the family as we tried to put out the flames. It was an old house and she went quick. All of us made it out, but lost everything. Things can be replaced, people can't. And even now as an adult I still have this fear of fire. I do weird thing to make sure there will never be a fire in my house. And the smell of smoke always wakes me from a deep sleep. I wonder all over the house to make sure it is not our house. Mostly it is smoke from my neighbor's fire place. But still I check.

 

if you would let your long lost son drive your mustang than I think I am your son

 

As soon as you finish the chores. Grass needs trimming, shed needs painting, deck needs power washing and sealing, car needs another clay barring and wax job, wife's car [Mom to you] needs clay barring and waxing.
After all the chores are done we will talk about you taking it to the porm

 

yup you definitly are my dad (he'd put me to work like that too)

 

My Dad was on the Truxtun in the Gulf of Tonkin in 68-69, with the Enterprise battle group. Small world!

 

I am an anti fire freako-
I don't use candles.......Go phobic about unplugging stuff, Freak out on the BBQ grill, Don't put cigarettes in the garbage.........
Freaks me out completely.

Oh there is nothing left of the house- Horrible.

 

April, sad to say but their are much more important things in the world than material objects. I would much rather lose a house than lose my grandfather.

 

Well so would I but it still happened.Mine died in 2000- and I am still not happy about it.

 

mine died a month ago and i am still a mess

 

I was an only child, my grandpop passed in 1959, grandmom in 1985 at 96 years old. Father died in 89 and mother in 96. Needless to say, it's a good thing i have a good wife. I am also very close to my father in law. Don;t have too many other relations. Most of my aunts and uncles [and there were a lot] have also passed away. Try not to think about ir much, just cherish the good memories.

 

Yup, but still, it is always hard.

 

Let's shift this thread into Happy Mode! My wife is expecting any moment now Can't wait for "The Call" so I can zoom home in my Mustang
(Actually to link this comment to this thread......I'll probably use my "red light" too)

 

[quote=chrisma,July 28, 2005, 11:37 AM]
Let's shift this thread into Happy Mode! My wife is expecting any moment now Can't wait for "The Call" so I can zoom home in my Mustang
(Actually to link this comment to this thread......I'll probably use my "red light" too)
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Congrats!!!

 

Yea babies!

 

Losing Loved ones is oneof the hardest things we all have to face...
I lost a Grandfather in 1976, Grandmothers in 1983 and 1996, Father in 1997 and Mother in 1999.
I was an only child and had to deal with my Parent's illnesses and deaths on my own as I had no other family locally that was able to help. It was the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life...and I would do it all over again.

 

I'm sorry for your loss, I know what you're going through as I went through it in 1996 (grandmother) 1997 (father) 1999 (mother), and even today I still have my bad days.

 

My Granddad died, we knew he was dying, it still stank.
We held vigil all weekend- and go figure, he died the second I went home to rest for a minute.

The family fell apart when he died. He was kind of the glue that held everyone together.

 

Exactly