July 19, 1996

Today is a day filled with so many feelings, memories, a time to remember, and a time to have hope in a brighter day that will come again and a love that will last forever.

July 19th is the day my Wonderful, Loving father passed away. Still today the pain of losing him is as real as it was. Every year I I like to write a memory or something to remember him because this day every year my I remember so clearly my time with him. My dad stood for so much and was and still is one of my heroes. He loved his family more than life itself and was the happiest when he was watching us do those things that we loved doing and fulfilling our dreams.

I talk about him alot and by doing so it keeps his memory alive and I know I can always feel him nearer to me. I miss him more everyday that we are apart and wish he could share these precious moments in time with his family. I am so thankful though to know without a single doubt in my mind that everyday I am closer to being with him forever and my family can share a love that will last forever and never have to say good bye again. I am thankful to have the truth of the everlasting and true gospel in my life. I am thankful for the assurance this gives me to know that families are forever and mine is forever.

Writing is very therupedic for me and something I enjoy very much. I took a writing class while in school and for one assignment we were asked to write a poem using food as the subject. I thought of Peaches and how this related to my dad and his last day with us and a tender precious moment in time that I got to spend with him. My dad loved peach pie and peaches so I wrote this in the memory of our last time together.

My Dad also loved the King George Strait! Every year when I attend a George Strait concert I smile when I think about how much fun my dad had at his concerts and what a fan he was. To quote a George Strait song.... "Let me tell you a secret about a fathers love a secret that my daddy said was just between us.. you see Daddies don't just love their children every now and then.. "Its a Love Without End... Amen"

I love you forever.

PEACHES

Peach Pie was his favorite, In the Summer they were the best. Sweet, Plump, and Tasteful Peaches were perfect for his Pie. He brought a big case of Peaches in the house, the look on his face was as happy as a Child on Christamas Day. He made one last call to Grandma, could you make me 4 Peach Pies please? Just the way I like them!

As he made his order he sat there with a Smile, I could see the simple joy in his eyes and could imagine that in his mind he could almost taste the sweetness of his Peach Pie.He grabbed one last perfect Peach, then without a word left the house, with a smile on his gentle face. He never came back that day, he never tasted his treat, he never tasted the joy of the future with his family and those that were to come.

As Quickly as Peach season came he was chosen as the most beautiful, perfect one of all. He must of been the favored one, that big ripe delicious one, the one who was chosen first from the tree, was it his warm glow or big heart? For whatever reason may be he was picked and taken away.

Now here we are as the Peaches on the tree, the ones who are left behind. People will come and go from our tree for a time and a short season, but in the end we are forgotten and will eventually wilt away and die in others minds.

His memory and his final Peach season will forever shine bright as the sun in our hearts the ones who loved and lost him, but will set as the sunset as others say goodbye and move on. We sit at the table watching and waiting for him to come back and have Peach Pie with us. He would never forget his treat or us, the ones he loved so much.

There are tiny hands that long to hold his and hear him tell the stories of seasons passed. They will know him through pictures, memories and stories told, but won't get the chance to share his season of life during their time here. Those tiny hands will always find him in their dreams never too far away and from the stories and memories that will always live on every time we have a piece of his Peach Pie and share a memory, of his season with us. Reality sinks in time and time again and each year Peach season has come and gone, our season together is at an end. I walk away from his tree and I pick one last Peach for him and leave it near my heart for him just in case he might come back.

Written In Loving Memory Of My Father:

Douglas Kay Adams

July 19, 1996

By: Kamie Dean Adams