tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16803483.post1284238182517621444..comments2008-03-14T12:35:12.716-04:00Michael Johnathonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13360176267704585180noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16803483.post-83036329295259529032008-03-14T12:17:00.000-04:002008-03-14T12:17:00.000-04:00What a touching story. Thank you for sharing it. I can relate to this given the fact that I grew up in a somewhat broken home. Now that I have a son of my own, I sometimes struggle to make sure he knows about the past but never lives in it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16803483.post-70172324405334645762007-07-30T10:49:00.000-04:002007-07-30T10:49:00.000-04:00My Dad passed away almost 26 years ago having never seen his three grandchildren. My 6-year old son Matthew is the spitting image of my Dad. Kind of strange and wonderful all at the same time to see my Dad's features in him.Jim Monaghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07261515880467730983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16803483.post-15787249611461271442007-07-20T00:35:00.000-04:002007-07-20T00:35:00.000-04:00wow, very touching blog - you managed to touch my heart, and helped me to realise how blessed I am, grew up with loving parents, and being a loving father myself.reinbaldnoreply@blogger.com