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I dream of playing war games with my dad in heaven.

My father passed away some years ago, and I think of him often. He loved history and boating. He was a man of many hobbies, crafts and loves. I now know that it was because in had an insatiable desire to learn. He liked having a full understanding of everything he tried. 

As I have gotten older, my love for history has dramatically increased. I watch documentaries, thinking back when he used to watch them. WWII, Napoleonic and ancient history were all subjects he loved. 

As my love of gaming is moving into historical conflicts, I know that we would have had a great time learning some of these games together. 

I now picture him next to me, when I set up these games to learn the rules. I pretend to have conversations with him about the game, the history. I enjoyed his company, I enjoy thinking of him, and I enjoy the idea that we might be able to spend more time together. 

I was inspired,” Dr. Ogletree said. “I actually wasn’t thinking of this as an act of civil disobedience or church disobedience. I was thinking of it as a response to my son.

Thankful for skilled Doctors and the Lord’s Healing

Every generous act and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights;
—James 1:17 HCSB

I am sitting here listening to my wife sleep. She just came from surgery that will have healed her from terrible pain that inflicted her 3 weeks out of every month. At times, great and debilitating pain. 

She has suffered through this pain thinking and feeling broken and hopeless. However, thanks to skilled Doctors and nurses, and especially thanks to Our Heavenly Father, she will be healed from that suffering. 

Praise God!


Pops and myself. on Flickr.

I miss my dad quite a bit.

There is an old man sitting next to me.

Fixing a door knob/lock. His mannerisms remind me of my father. The way he would look at something infront of him. Something to solve. Something he could master.


I miss drinking coffee with my father. His favorite was Starbuck’s French Roast. Black. 


I was looking through a log book that my grandmother keep of my father’s first years. My father was born on Feb 25th. The first time my grandfather changed his diaper was 35 days after he was born. 

I think the first time I changed any of my children’s diapers was hours after their birth! Things have changed.


Miss you Dad. Can’t wait to see you online again.

My Dad

Today is the second anniversary of my father’s passing. 

Two years. I feel as though ten years has passed. And in other ways, it feels like it was yesterday. I can say that the pain and grief doesn’t subside. It is always there. 

I was speaking with someone today who is a new father. He commented on how rough it is. That he couldn’t imagine having twins. In the discussion, we talked about how we don’t teach the baby to adapt to being, but we adapt to becoming a father. It is something that you become and adapt into. You are now a father (or mother.)

Not having a loved one is a lot like that. I will never go back to the person I was prior to my father’s passing. This is a new version of me. A version that doesn’t have an earthly father. 

That will never change.

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