This is a very touching piece. Maybe more so, because I've lost 2 older brothers. As a child I adored them both. As I grew up, I became closer to one than to the other. It really hurt to lose either one of them.
But honestly, at times, it seems I can feel the presence of the one who had become my best friend. He was much older than me, and I looked at him more as a father figure, and my children saw him more as their grandpa.
This is an interesting write. Very colorful and full of description. I felt like I was looking out the window with you.
Keep up the good work and continue enjoying those children and their friends. They grow up and move out on their own so soon, it seems.
Make all the memories you possibly can. All my children live with 10 miles of me, and I see them often. We still enjoy our memories we made so many years ago.
7th verse and 4th line, starts with an, but I think it probably should be and.
This is a beautiful piece. I know how you feel about your children. Mine were my best friends. Actually, now that they're married and have families, I guess they're still my best friends. Their children are my best, best, friends.
Mercy. I didn't see any errors. This is well written.
It's heart rending.
I remember many times when my children were coming up, I'd get in my car and take off, just to get away from the bickering. Of course, most of the bickering was against me.
Many times, I considered driving into a telephone pole, but somehow, something always held me back.
I'd usually go to McDonald's and drink a couple cups of coffee. There would almost always be someone there who would strike up a conversation, and I'd leave feeling better.
When I'd get home, the kids would be calm, and waiting for me to return, so they could tell me they were sorry, and they loved me.
It was really hard raising those three kids by myself after the death of their father, but I'm just so glad God looked out for us all.
This brought back so many memories of when my children were small.
When my oldest son was about 5 years old, our next door neighbor use to come get hime and take her to his house so he could preach for her. Some times he sounded like an adult. Other times, he was comical.
He loved to pray. I have several stories in my port about some of the things he use to do. There's one in my miracle folder.
Keep teaching your children the way you are. (I take it this story was recent). When we set an example for them, they follow. They listen to our conversations with others, and watch our actions.
This is very well written. You have given a beautiful account of your dad.
I don't remember the item # right off hand, but please go to my port grandmapennyand find "My Dad". This was written by my 11 year old daughter right after her dad died. I left her boo boos, because I wanted to post it just as she had written it so long ago.
I only saw one error.
Keep up the good work.
The oldest two left when I was only 16 or so, leaving my younger brother and I me.
A rule I learned in school...Read you sentence like this...The oldest two left when I was only 26 or so, leaving I or me?
Goodness! Beautiful. This is a great tribute to your dad. He sounds like a strong person. I can't imagine having 10 children in the home at one time, (except for a Bible Club meeting...then I can send them home after devotions and refreshments. LOL).
I'm really enjoying visiting your port. Keep writing.
This is another beautiful piece. I noticed a few missing commas, but again, I don't feel that this takes away from your story. As I read, I pictured you talking and relating this story. Keep up the good work. You write some mighty interesting stuff.
I gave you a 5 for the content. This is such a beautiful tribute to your guiding angel. It almost brought tears to my eyes.
However, I did notice several errors. I've listed a few below. To me, this didn't take away from your story, but I realize the reason for the site is to help each other when we need to make corrections.
Keep writing. I hope to see more beautifl pieces like this. I'll have to visit your port.
When I reached my teen's, and began thinking of girl's.this should be connected with a comma. The way you have it written, the first is a sentence fragment. I still confided in Him out loud at times.
I was 22 before I met you I fell in love with you at first glance.Should be two sentences.
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