The Sailboat & The Lighthouse by Ryan Fu (Happy Father’s Day)

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Just give it up bro.

Fighting off 

your second heart attack 

making the doctors 

&

nurses

jumpstart you 

like you were an old Mercedes

with a fading car battery. 

I wanted you to stop, 

end your suffering 

&

move on 

to your next adventure. 

But it wasn’t in you to quit. 

It wasn’t in your nature 

to give up. 

Growing up I‘ve never seen you 

take a days off 

always being a steady workhorse. 

You were a fighter all the way 

to the end. 

You fought in hundreds of battles

fighting off your demons. 

But we couldn’t see you 

suffer anymore. 

We had to throw in the towel. 

You wouldn’t go down

for your own good

because you wanted to die 

on your shield. 

You were a warrior,

a teacher,

a leader,

a husband.

You were my father.

But you look foreign to me

laying in your death-bed

looking weak 

frail,

a shell of your former 

strong lively self.

You just lay there waiting 

for the boatman to ferry you across 

to the next world

staring past your family 

at the foot of your bed 

looking at that whack ass art print

in your room of a tiny sailboat 

heading towards a lighthouse.

The meaning was simple 

but I wonder if it was meant to be there

making your transition easier. 

In any case, 

this was your last voyage,

saying our goodbyes.

We will all miss you.

O Captain! My Captain!

Take to the rough seas 

one last time

&

head towards the light

onto your next adventure.

RYAN FU

Unknown

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A Letter To My Husband on Father’s Day by Super Sirrious Mom

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Father's Day

With Father’s Day upon us I would like to take a minute to say a little bit about my husband. The father of my children and the most important man in my life.

Dear Husband,

Thank you. I know I do not say this enough. You go to work every day and bust your butt so we can have an amazing life. Thank you for allowing me to be a stay at home mom with our children. Thank you for supporting me and helping me follow my dreams.

You do so much more than work though. You do all of the hard things that I won’t. Like, clean up vomit. Not only the kids and the dogs but mine too. I don’t even have to ask and for this, I thank you. Thank you for doing all of the gross work. 

 
You don’t know how much I appreciate every single back rub. (Yes, I know I ask every single night.) You only give me a few groans but you still do it. After dealing with the kids all day it’s so nice to be spoiled by you. I know you deserve a back rub too, I swear someday I’ll get to it.

Thank you for loving me even though I am not the same woman you met ten years ago. I can no longer fit into those little outfits I used to wear. I have stretch marks that look like a map of the United States. You still love me, you still make me feel beautiful, and you don’t comment when I haven’t shaved my legs in a month. I appreciate that.

 
Thank you for always having my back. When it comes to my parenting methods, my family, your family, or just in general, you always support me. I know I am not the easiest person to deal with and you only sometimes make fun of my awkwardness. For that, I love you even more.

I am so in love with how much you love our children. You are the best father in the world and they adore you. (M always pulling your beard and ripping your glasses off is her way of saying, I love you, Daddy.) The kids are crazy all of the time. Where was I going with that? Oh, they are crazy but they love you. Even if you think they don’t show it.

 
Thank you for being patient with me. In all aspects of our marriage. I know you don’t get much you time. Just know that I notice. I don’t give you as much attention and I did before our kids, okay you hardly get any at all. I swear someday I will figure it out.

 
There is so much more I could say but our kids are waking up and ain’t nobody got time for that.
I love you, babycakes!
Do you have an amazing man in your life?? Tell me about him!

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Artsy Fartsy – A Wooden Path in Autumn by Hans Anderson Brendekilde (We Love the Seasons!!!)

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Hans Christian Andersen Brendekilde (7 April 1857 in Brændekilde at Odense – 30 March 1942 in Jyllinge) was a Danish painter.

Brendekilde was trained stonemason’s apprentice, became models and later admitted to the Academy. Here he met L.A. Ring, who also came from the village environment. In his debut work from the village from 1882 was just the village environment theme. Later, he also social realism | social-realist works such as worn out from 1889, depicting a farm laborer who is collapsed on the field.

Brendekilde reached later that very idyllic rural life. As his images of the grandmother who looks at children playing in the garden.

HANS ANDERSON BRENDEKILDE A WOODED PATH IN AUTUMN 27×20 [KITCHEN]

Beth’s Melt in Your Mouth Barbecue Ribs Recipe (Oven)

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INGREDIENTS

DIRECTIONS

  • Preheat oven to 300 degrees f.
  • Peel off tough membrane that covers the bony side of the ribs.
  • Mix together the sugar and spices to make the rub.
  • Apply rub to ribs on all sides.
  • Lay ribs on two layers of foil, shiny side out and meaty side down.
  • Lay two layers of foil on top of ribs and roll and crimp edges tightly, edges facing up to seal.
  • Place on baking sheet and bake for 2-2 1/2 hours or until meat is starting to shrink away from the ends of the bone.
  • Remove from oven.
  • Heat broiler.
  • Cut ribs into serving sized portions of 2 or 3 ribs.
  • Arrange on…

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The Sailboat & The Lighthouse by Ryan Fu (Happy Father’s Day)

1

$_12

Just give it up bro. 

Fighting off 

your second heart attack 

making the doctors 

&

nurses

jumpstart you 

like you were an old Mercedes

with a fading car battery. 

I wanted you to stop, 

end your suffering 

&

move on 

to your next adventure. 

But it wasn’t in you to quit. 

It wasn’t in your nature 

to give up. 

Growing up I‘ve never seen you 

take a days off 

always being a steady workhorse. 

You were a fighter all the way 

to the end. 

You fought in hundreds of battles

fighting off your demons. 

But we couldn’t see you 

suffer anymore. 

We had to throw in the towel. 

You wouldn’t go down

for your own good

because you wanted to die 

on your shield. 

You were a warrior,

a teacher,

a leader,

a husband.

You were my father.

But you look foreign to me

laying in your death-bed

looking weak 

frail,

a shell of your former 

strong lively self.

You just lay there waiting 

for the boatman to ferry you across 

to the next world

staring past your family 

at the foot of your bed 

looking at that whack ass art print

in your room of a tiny sailboat 

heading towards a lighthouse.

The meaning was simple 

but I wonder if it was meant to be there

making your transition easier. 

In any case, 

this was your last voyage,

saying our goodbyes.

We will all miss you.

O Captain! My Captain!

Take to the rough seas 

one last time

&

head towards the light

onto your next adventure.

RYAN FU

Unknown

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The Sailboat & the Lighthouse by Ryan Fu (Miss you Dad)

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$_12

Just give it up bro. 

Fighting off 

your second heart attack 

making the doctors 

&

nurses

jumpstart you 

like you were an old Mercedes

with a fading car battery. 

I wanted you to stop, 

end your suffering 

&

move on 

to your next adventure. 

But it wasn’t in you to quit. 

It wasn’t in your nature 

to give up. 

Growing up I‘ve never seen you 

take a days off 

always being a steady workhorse. 

You were a fighter all the way 

to the end. 

You fought in hundreds of battles

fighting off your demons. 

But we couldn’t see you 

suffer anymore. 

We had to throw in the towel. 

You wouldn’t go down

for your own good

because you wanted to die 

on your shield. 

You were a warrior,

a teacher,

a businessman,

a husband.

You were my father.

But you look foreign to me

laying in your death-bed

looking weak 

frail,

a shell of your former 

strong lively self.

You just lay there waiting 

for the boatman to ferry you across 

to the next world

staring past your family 

at the foot of your bed 

looking at that whack ass art print

in your room of a tiny sailboat 

heading towards a lighthouse.

The meaning was simple 

but I wonder if it was meant to be there

making your transition easier. 

In any case, 

this was your last voyage,

saying our goodbyes.

We will all miss you.

O Captain! My Captain!

Take to the rough seas 

one last time

&

head towards the light

onto your next adventure.

RYAN FU

Unknown

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