On June 28, 2008, my Father Harold Buddy Trimble lost his sixth month fight to cancer of the pancreas.
Three weeks before his death, I made his life long dream come true, which was to visit his childhood home as a poor depression body who lived on the other side of the tracks in Eddystone, PA. The home owner, a complete stranger, was 75 years old and had everyone waiting in the streets for us when we arrived. We then spent 4 hours in his childhood home reliving tales my Father's childhood.
That day, my Father told me, was the highlight of his life. He had come full circle and saw just how far he had come in his 77 years.
Helen,John and Gang,How wonderful, I cried a river when I viewed your tribute to your loving father. I can't tell you how much I miss my mom! February will be 7 years & I will never,forget out last kiss good-by. I was leaving for a trip around the U.S. when I kissed her good-by. Little did I know that would by our last kiss. I got the call in Texas, that my beautiful MOM had passed away. I can see you guys were equaly blessed with the love we grew up with. And let there be light.... Carol Hayden
greenejays 3 years ago
Your father is very loved. He had the greatest smile. When he smiled his whole face lit up with a twinkle.
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful tribute with all of us.
My prayers go out to you and your whole family.
I can feel your dad telling me to get the lead out of my pants and put up more fun videos.
Now he will be the first to see them before I even put them up.
His support was so precious to me and really gave me courage to stretch.
Good Bless you all.
Peace,
Sharon
sharonafox1 3 years ago
This brought tears to my eyes...so perfect a song, so many wonderful photos, so much LOVE. Thank you for sharing this with us! Everyone should be lucky enough to have a Dad that sticks around and loves his kids.
CelestialTeaRoom 3 years ago