Originally Posted by
Just Dahlia
I want to thank you all for helping me through this, hopefully my family will pitch in and maybe call me.
When my father died, my family wrote a book about him. Each person included a page or so of memories (like my son who remembered Grandpa pushing him in the swing in the back yard and my other son remembered driving Grandpa to the store and feeling like his special chauffeur). One grandchild drew a front cover and another one did the back cover. My sister took all the pages and covers to work, made color copies, and bound them into booklets with a plastic spiral binder. Every relative who had contributed got a copy.
We planted a tree in his memory.
Every conversation includes him in some way, shape, or form. He continues to live in us, his family.