I thought I would post a quick post. I am very anxious to see Greg tomorrow! He is coming for the weekend and I can bearly contain myself. He gets discount rates now that his mom work for America West and so it makes it very nice and very convenient. I also found this picture and thought it would be very fun to post it on the site. This is the first picture Greg and I ever took together. This is at the Minneapolis airport July 30, 1993 - The first time we ever met. Aren't we cute....and YOUNG!!!! :-)
Jennifer is a bit preoccupied with assisting her sister with the formalities of the passing of a loved one, so I hope I don't do any disservice to his memory by writing this blog post. Gerald, Gerry, or Papa Bear as Jennifer lovingly called him, is Jennifer's father. I believe he passed away on June 24th, 2008. He was 80. Grandpa Shepardson was a very talented man, a concert-level pianist and very intelligent. He did a wonderful job of preparing Jennifer to marry me, because he loved music, photography, thrift shopping, "STUFF", dry humor, bad puns, reading, sharing the knowledge of his passions, and sarcasm. I love him and was sad to hear of his passing. I'm not sure if I expressed to Jennifer my admiration for her father, but I certainly hope she knows that I have always felt him to be a kindred spirit from the day I met him face to face. We love you Papa Bear! You will be missed.
If I was a full on post-it note writer, I would write the following notes: To my father-in-law: Listen you crazy old man, you might have some cool STUFF, but honestly we would rather have you around more than your STUFF. Granted, we could all do without the rudeness and biting sarcasm. Oh and if you'd pay an ounce of attention to other people and actually listen, instead of wallowing in your own self-pity, you'd probably find that more people love you and care about you then you ever want to believe. To my wife: I love you. I love you dearly! In the future however, when I tell you to kill the mosquito that is buzzing around my head, don't just smack me in the face without actually looking to see where the offending critter is located. (It was nowhere near my face at the time of impact) I understand your unconditional desire to help when called upon, but blindly smacking me while I am feeding our infant child is not exactly what I had in mind when I said, "Hey get th...
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