I'm going to work slowly on them and I'll either get what I want or I'll just make paintings that don't depict my husband and children!
On Father's Day I received the sad news that my 'Texas Dad', Dennis, had passed away. Terri, his daughter let me know. I spent the summer of 1998 in Dennis's house in Fort Worth with Dennis, Terri and her mother, Joyce. I also got to know Terri's brother, Michael and his family and was treated as one of the family by all. We are not related but through a relative of my aunt's husband I got a spot in Dennis's house for four months. When everyone was applying for their J1 visas I realised that nearly everyone was Boston bound and I thought there was no point in going where everyone from university was going to be because I could just stay at home for that, so I set my sights on Texas.
Terri and I wrecked Dennis's head and he was nothing but kind. I don't know how many nights we
I brought home a lot of stuff. I still have these licence plates that I think I have the right place for finally. Sadly the beer, cocktail and shot glasses collection fell to pieces over time but the memories will stay with me forever.
I decided to make my own sympathy cards which means I only got them in the post today. I did a
One of the phrases that used to have me in stitches in Texas was off like a prom dress. Needless to say the Texans laughed at practically everything I said, just my accent was enough to have them giggling. They bought Lucky Charms cereal just to poke fun at me. And fixin' to do something, that was another. I knew Dennis was fixin' to leave, he was very ill. I'll never forget him and hopefully I'll get to meet up again with the others who made my J1 summer so memorable. As they'd say in the Lone Star State: The good lord willin' and the creeks don't rise.