November hit
And life got busy for me. I continued on with Reading with Grams but I didn't have time to write a post to post on here. As when November hits my photo studio gets busy with Christmas Mini's and Santa Claus sessions.
Thanksgiving came
And my life changed. One of my brothers didn't know he was sick, came home for Thanksgiving and gave our parents Covid. Our dad already had Parkinson's Disease and was in stage 3. Getting Covid sent him into Stage 4 and once you are in stage 4 you kind of stop eating. And it wasn't long after he recovered from Covid, that the Parkinson's killed my dad. December 10th he was sent back home into hospice care. That day my dog of 13 years died. On the 13th my cat that I have had for 10 years died. Then on the 21st anniversary of my husband losing his mother, my father died. I am totally devastated. I am daddy's baby girl, I am not only the youngest in my family but the youngest grandchild. When you think of daddy's little girl that is me. My life will never be the same.
Jake our dog of 13 years with my husband one of my favorite photos of them together
A photo of our cat Slim Jim
My parents were married for 44 years
Both my parents had children before they met each other. Between the two they have 7 children. But I am my parents only child together. I been trying to be there for my mom, as I know she is lonely and misses my dad even more than I do and I miss him very much.
This is the only photo of me with my parents
I insisted a few years ago that they both take a photo with me. Going through all the family photos throughout the years I am so glad I did as I found this is the only one I have with just us in it. I will cherish this photo forever.
My dad was one of 13 kids
He had 8 brothers and 4 sisters. In recent years he was the last boys of his siblings. He has two sisters that have also passed away and 2 sisters that are still living. This photo isn't even a 16th of our family. Only about 1/16th of them show up any given year to the family reunions but my dad loves going every year.
My dad with his parents and 11 of his 12 siblings
His Obit
Howard Lawerence Foreman, Sr. of Muncie, Indiana passed away at his residence surrounded by family at the age of 82 on Wednesday, December 15, 2021. He was born in Muncie on February 19, 1939 to the late Carl Ralph and Julia Aveline (Clevenger) Foreman.
Howard was a 1958 graduate of Muncie Central High School. He married Diana Foust on the Maxon Corp loading dock in Muncie on September 23, 1977. Howard later retired from there as a grinder after working for 28 years on the CNC machines. He loved basketball and was an avid bowler. His faith was important to him, and he was a member of the 11th Street Christian Church. He had a passion for gospel music and even recorded three gospel albums. He will forever be remembered as a rock for his entire family and others.
Howard is survived by his wife of 44 years, Diana (Foust) Foreman; his children, Robin Sue Foreman, Howard “Bubby” Lawerence Foreman, Jr. (Anita), Ralph Anthony Foreman, Wendy Marie Jordan (Michael), Julie Ann Waters (Daniel), Viola Anne Sitching (Brandon), and Michelle Renee Freed (Allan); two sisters, Carol Mays and Wilma Rawlins (Harry); twenty grandchildren; and many great grandchildren.
Howard was preceded in death by his parents, Carl Ralph and Julia Aveline (Clevenger) Foreman; eight brothers; and two sisters.
Photos proving they got married on the loading dock
I bet they are one of the only few people ever to marry in a factory
Fun fact, I am the only one of my siblings at my parents wedding and I also went on the honeymoon as I was in my momma's belly and would make an appearance shortly after the Blizzard of 78. I was close to my dad and am close to my mom too. Wish I was closer to my siblings than I am, but you can't have it all in life. But I love them all very much, even when we fight I still love them.
I am gonna try my best to get back into things
But I am not promising anything as I have been in a funk. My dad was a great man. And losing him feels like I have lost a part of myself. I will miss him greatly. He truly was one of my best friends, my biggest cheerleader and was always there to listen when I needed someone. He truly was a saint. The man would loan out money to people that could never pay him back and not only would he loan out money to people he knew wouldn't and couldn't pay him back, he would take out personal loans from finance companies to loan out the money to people. Who does that? Only the greatest among us.