Howard J. Bush Jr.

Reread the comments posted here over the many years since Dad's passing. In an earlier post Marge recalled that we kids looked forward to Dad coming home from work, mainly hoping/expecting he would play games with us. And for the most part we managed to get him involved. Sometimes he would say "you guys go ahead and play" and when we did he would then often come to the table to watch and then we might to get him to join in. I guess we wanted to shine in front of him--to do well at cards or...

Thought I have left comments for the 21st year of passing of Dad, but then noticed it has been two years since last post. Spring is here in the PNW and the weather had warmed, flowers out, and trees green. Planted small garden a couple of week ago and that made me recall how both him and mom were very much into gardening at the property on Munger. When visiting Dad would give me a tour of the garden identifying each vegetable or fruit and explaining how they were focusing on organically grown...

It's been 19 years since Dad passed away and the memories of him remain keen. Dad was not what I would call a conversationist, though he was prone to talking at some length about a variety of topics. I learned early on that when speaking generally or telling stories, he would often hesitate leaving a brief interval of silence. Not sure why he did that (never asked). Perhaps he was collecting thoughts or did it for some effect. That of course ensured that he was not a blabber (like some of...

Opening my email this morning, I see a message from Dad's legacy.com website. I thought someone had posted a new message, but didn't find any recent posts. Perhaps because it is May Day and he was a veteran of WWII messages were sent to family. I have to say that Dad is always with me, in my mannerisms, my thoughts, the difficult decisions I've had to make, certainly in every card game I play. I find it interesting that we carry so much of our past family with us into the present and wonder...

Just remembering today is the 18th death anniversary of Dad. Will light a candle for him and tip a beer.

Just spoke by phone to brother, Dave, and reminisced at bit about our Dad. We agreed that he was quite a handsome man, though we did not realize that growing up as kids. As with many kids, we loved when he played games with us, whether hitting the ball or playing horseshoes in the yard, or cards or board games in the house. Games were always more fun with him playing or even just watching us play. For us, it raised the stakes of doing well or winning.

Yesterday we the 17th death anniversary of our Dad. I wonder what he would make of the covid-19 crisis we're in. I do believe he would have took it gracefully and though he was somewhat of a skeptic at heart he was also inclined to follow the advice of experts. Dad wasn't highly educated and had his own intellectual limitations (as do we all), but he also had an innate sense of knowing genuine bs when he saw or heard it, and he would have been very disappointed in the climate we find...

Miss my Daddy so much! We had some great conversations and lots of laughs together. I remember going to visit him when I heard he had terminal cancer. Flew to MI and stayed in Livonia with my son, Garrett. It was strange visiting him for what I knew was the last time. At one point, I said to him, "not sure what will happen next..." He said back to me, "Me either, but I always believed in Mother Earth." Me too, Dad!

Dave's recent interest in the lives and times of passed individuals has led me to remember Dan and Mom more frequently lately. And as the years go by and I see myself and siblings reach retirement age (not yet for you Irene :), I'm becoming more reflective of the past and our own mortality. Eventually, we all become just a memory, and it's important (I believe) that we leave those who remember us with good memories, like Mom and Dad did for the most part.