Ernest E. Bentley

Well it has been a whole year this Sunday June 21st,2009 that my Daddy has been gone. I find it quite ironic that we will be celebrating his death on Fathers Day, The first day of summer and the longest day of the year...what an awesome way to remember him. I talk to my Daddy everyday via a beautiful Cardinal that visits me everyday in my backyard. He whistles and sings to me and I whistle right back and he lets me get up real close to him and I think that he really is talking to me... I know...

He was born Ernest. In his younger years, he was Sonny, and somewhere along the way, it became Bob. He was always Sonny to me. My Maw-Maw Irene, my mother Donna, from the time I was a small little tyke, would always get excited when they found out that Sonny, Ginny, and the girls were coming to West Virginia for a visit. I remember how much it meant to them that the family was coming in for a visit. I don't remember the first time that I ever saw them, but, I sure wont' forget the last...

Sorry to hear about the lost of your husband and Father, If there is anything you need PLEASE just let us know. In the short time that you have lived in the neighorhood everyone in your family has made us feel like we grew up with all of you. It is like we are a big family . Your dad always made Jose Smile , he will be missed! Are prayers are with all of you . And again just remember if you need anything we are there for you.

To my Daddy from your middle girl, I miss you like my morning coffee I miss calling you everyday even though you had no voice you always knew what to say. I will miss checking in on you to make sure you're okay Who am I going to talk to now that you've gone away?
I miss your smile I miss your face But I know you're in Gods grace. No more pain no more sadness, No more rushing through the madness , You rest now Daddy and just be still We will be together again by Gods will. I will always...