Phone call to heaven

Today I’m thinking of a very special man, my Dad. I’m thinking of his laughter that boomed out into a deep belly laugh and made everyone join in. I’m thinking of his beautiful smile that made his eyes crinkle up and disappear which is a family trait. I’m thinking of how strong his arms were when he’d hold me in a hug. I think of how he smelled like pine tree when he came home from work logging in the bush. And how he’d slap on some Old Spice after a bath and I wave his hair like Elvis when he’d take our family out for dinner. I think of how he was such a strong man and kept silent a lot of the time just watching and observing situations before he spoke. And when he did speak it was important and everyone listened or you suffered his wrath of anger. No one could curse quite like my Dad, he’d start a sentence and if he was mad enough it would turn into a paragraph! I think of how much he loved his family and friends and if he knew anyone in dire straits he’d give them his shirt off his back. Sometimes to my Mom’s dismay when he’d come home without groceries because he’d seen a family going without. He always told me with whatever hardship I faced just to keep my head up and keep moving forward. Either I’d see a new perspective for my problem or I’d move right pass it and find the solution and let it go. There was no one that had a bigger heart and loved animals like my Dad. He had 50 birdhouses and he had 3 dogs and a cat that kept his lap warm and his heart full of love. I think of how much I miss him today more than yesterday. How much I love him and how thankful I am to my Dad and Mom for loving me, loving life, and for teaching me to be Cherney strong. ❤️

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Jeanine Lebsack

Writer, research assistant, podcaster, reiki healer, and a passionate advocate for neurodiversity. On my writing journey I’ve discovered a plethora of passions including writing, researching, entertaining through song and dance, with a desire to explore and create something transformational and healing. I believe in the sacred art of storytelling and that there’s power in the written and spoken word. Join me on my journey using the magic of words, music, and heart song. I believe we create ripples of energy that flow throughout the universe and by sharing our stories it creates change, positivity, and healing. Have a listen to my podcast on Spotify and Anchor at House of a Writer.

10 thoughts on “Phone call to heaven

    • 17 July 2014 at 2:13 pm
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      Thank you Kim, I’m so grateful I have them to hold into to. ?

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  • 17 July 2014 at 2:48 pm
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    You nailed it, J-Nine! Very nicely written

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    • 17 July 2014 at 2:51 pm
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      ,Thanks Char, that means a lot to me. Dad was one in a million. ?

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  • 20 July 2014 at 5:33 pm
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    Very nice writing, Jeanine!

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    • 20 July 2014 at 5:50 pm
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      Thank you so much!!! That means a lot to me. ?❤️

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  • 20 June 2015 at 1:38 pm
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    Very well done, such beautiful memories, and I love the photo!!

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    • 20 June 2015 at 4:01 pm
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      Thank you so much Danie, they’re very special to me. ?

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  • 22 June 2015 at 12:43 am
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    sounds like a wonderful man! I bet he’s watching down on you and proud of who you are! Sorry you had to celebrate today without him.

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    • 16 July 2016 at 11:10 pm
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      I’m just seeing this now sorry for my late reply a year later. He really was an incredible man who taught me to be strong, loving, and proud of who I am. Thank you so much for your kindness Mommy in Sports. ?❤️

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