7/23/2023 0 Comments Hung silver dad blogo![]() Just another way I feel blessed enough to stay connected to my father. You better believe I will get working on those for him because there are so many goodies he has collected to use. So his work bench has a plethora of goodies to decorate with. He also wanted to start to make wreaths and Christmas trees to sell on Facebook Marketplace. Everything is still out on his work bench and it rips my heart out every time I see it because he wasn’t finished this gift for my mom just yet. Up to his time of death he was working on some decorative rocks for my mom’s garden. What makes my heart happy is knowing he still did it for my nephews, his grandson’s, and they remember. He would always draw a picture for my sister and I to color while we waited for our food. ![]() Long before the days of iPads to shut kids up, my dad had a great, free way to keep us busy. Anyway, no matter what age, if there were crayons on the table and a paper placemat or paper covering the table, my dad would draw on it. Do you remember back in 2019 when we could go to restaurants? Ah, those were the days. ![]() However, me writing with my left hand isn’t THAT horrible. Unfortunately, your girl is still right-handed. I would practice and practice to no avail. My dad was left-handed and was an amazing artist. They say you are more creative if you are left-handed. One thing my dad always let me know was when he was proud of me. I know my dad was incredibly proud of me when he would see my house decorated. In fact, we would butt heads a lot because we would ALWAYS have an opinion about SOMETHING in each other’s house. One thing I absolutely love doing is interior decorating. While my career now doesn’t require my creativity, I find myself itching to do something to get my creative juices flowing. Growing up, I loved to draw, color, sculpt, paint, you name it, I enjoyed it. Plus, one day, I know I will need to call him and hear his voice, even if it is just his voicemail recording.Īs I stated before, I inherited my creative nature from my father. To me, it seems like the last thing we have. There was talk in my family about disconnecting his phone, but I am having a lot of trouble agreeing to that. I want to so badly read our texts back and forth, but I cannot bring myself to do that. He loved the coloring games on his phone. Most of the time his response was, “Yes, what’s up baby?” to which I would respond, “Whatcha doing?” Without hesitation, his response would always be that he was coloring. I would always text him around 11pm and ask if he was up. The hardest time of my day for me is at night. My Dad and I in my room in our house and Georgia Maybe writing a few blogs will help be through the grieving process, who knows, but it is worth a shot. I have always shared the same creative side my father had, from drawing, to writing, to decorating. All jokes aside, my dad and I shared a special bond and so many things in common. You can just say my parents stopped having children when they had the perfect child □. My name is Abby, and I am Jim’s youngest daughter of two girls. While I won’t be focusing on Duquesne and the surrounding area in this particular post, I will be focusing on the creator of this blog, the incredible Jim Volk, my father. He put so much time and research into each post. ![]() I can tell you right now, I won’t be able to come close to my father’s writing, but I want to keep his legacy alive with each and every one of you wonderful people. I first wanted to introduce you to who he was as a father, the most important job he ever had. This post may ramble because I get my talkative nature from my daddy. These are my memories, my stories, my amazing life with The Duquesne Hunky. Unfortunately, as most of you know, my father, the Duquesne Hunky, passed away Monday, November 9 th around 8:10 pm in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I first want to tell everyone thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the cards and well wishes. ![]()
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