Tony

This is my dad. My biological dad. The legend. The myth. I have so many memories of him, but they are never enough.

My father, Anthony Leonard Eaton, passed away in his prime. I was 7 years old.

However I retain much from him. And on top of my individual memories I have stories and lessons I continue to learn from him that are presented to me from my siblings.

My favorite memory of him: One day we were sitting at the table, eating dinner as a family. Dad had perceived that the front door was open. "Bug, can you please go shut the front door?" I happily hopped down and ran to the front door. I had recently watched 3 Ninjas and decided to give the door a flying kick. For my age I am still amazed at the execution. I jumped high, legs out...It was beautiful. However, I gave no thought on how to stick the landing. So, my tiny body, still in flying kick position, came straight down on the bottom stair.

Dad heard my cries from the stair that followed the jarring sound of a door slamming and came quickly. He scooped me up into his large arms and sat there in the landing, holding me and comforting me.

Dad taught me a lot. He taught me to respect nature, respect women, to work hard, to love camping, to learn by experiencing, to remain faithful amid torrential times.

He also taught me the true nature of death. He taught me not to fear it, and he did so by dying. Through his death my faith in the afterlife grew. Through his passing he taught me to handle sorrow, to turn to the Lord during hard times and loss.

As time goes on, I continue to meet people who know I am his son just from association. They all share with me what a great man he was and what he meant to them. My siblings remind me of some of his statutes. My Mother tells me stories of his greatness.

Happy Father's Day, dad. 

An exoposé on my fathers

I love today. I love Father's Day. I love reflecting on my children, my divine calling, and all that fathers mean to me.

I, myself, lost my father at a young age. I retain my memory of him and many lessons he taught me.

As I grew, many men have stepped up and filled roles in my life that were left vacant by the loss of my father. I have always held all these men in high regard for what they have taught me and been to me. However, due to my personality, very rarely have I been able to let them know their value.

So my next line of posts over the next few days are going to each be an exposé on these men and all they have done for me. I hope these posts somehow find their ways to these men, for I truly love them all.


Happy Father's Day, all.
 

Lazy Saturday

It has been a great day. As of right now Julie and I are chilling on the front porch.She is playing with my bike pump, claiming over and over again how it is "awesome." Lewis is gently protesting to being in his bouncer, and I am listening to the wind rustle the trees as I type this out on my new Surface Pro 2.

Down at the end of our porch is the fresh grass I planted last week. I am very surprised at how well it is coming in. I will mow it down a bit on Monday.

Nita is taking a quick afternoon nap. It sure is nice to have some time to myself and the kids (and the computer.)

This week has been a bit of a down one for me in terms of goals. I have not made any progress on my projects or my personal goals. Despite all that it has still been great. I sold my motorcycle and with part of the profits I decided to buy this new computer. I felt it best for me as it has its hand in a bit of everything. It is a full fledged PC, but also a tablet. It is a laptop, but is powerful enough to play some of my favorite video games and get work done.

It was sad to see the Savage (my motorcycle) go, but it wasn't really getting any use. I have recently taken up cycling and love it. I used the motorcycle as a commuter, but since I got my bicycle the Savage had just been sitting there.

Well, Lewis has now fallen asleep in his bouncer, and Julie is crying from a tumble down the porch. Happy Saturday, everyone.

I had another dream about Tommy

I had another dream about Tommy. It was a good dream. Kind of silly, but good. It is always interesting to wake up from these dreams. For a time after I am happy to have seen him in the dream, but sad that he is gone.

As sleep washes away from me, I become even happier. It is strange. I realize he is where he needs to be, and if he was here it would be wrong.

It is an interesting thing, to feel this way.