You're seven hours off.Happpppy New Year my dudes, had my sip of non-alco champagne, measuring BP then going to bed lol
You're seven hours off.
Get your celcius time out of here.
Happy New Year from across the ocean! Congratulations, time travelerHapppppy New Year my dudes, had my sip of non-alco champagne, measuring BP then going to bed lol
Yet I now know the exact size of that hole
I am 187 cm tall if that helps.Happpppy New Year my dudes, had my sip of non-alco champagne, measuring BP then going to bed lol
I am very sorry to hear this Bern, but hope you and your family always are able to keep the good memories close to you.Happy New Year to one and all.
To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.
He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.
He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.
To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.
I am 187 cm tall if that helps.
Condolences to you BP and the BP family.Happy New Year to one and all.
To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.
He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.
He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.
To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.
Sorry to hear Bern. It sounds like your family and the community lost a truly one of a kind person. Wishing your family strength through your grief. He sounds just like my Grandpop, who we lost a few years ago.Happy New Year to one and all.
To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.
He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.
He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.
To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.
Condolences to you and your family.Happy New Year to one and all.
To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.
He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.
He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.
To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.
So sorry to hear, Bern. Glad it seems he went peacefully. All the love to you and your family.Happy New Year to one and all.
To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.
He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.
He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.
To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.
I’m sorry for your loss BernHappy New Year to one and all.
To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.
He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.
He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.
To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.
Sorry for your loss Bern.Happy New Year to one and all.
To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.
He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.
He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.
To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.
Sorry to hear. Thoughts with you and your family.Happy New Year to one and all.
To follow up an earlier post, my father-in-law died yesterday evening. Things shifted quickly from active to palliative care. They gave him sedatives and then removed the BPAP mask, and he was gone within 20 minutes, which was a relief for Mrs. Parent and me; her mother and my dad lingered for days before their deaths.
He was a wonderful father and FIL. While I was still in university, I had the pleasure of working for two summers at the civil engineering company where he ran the operations. He knew everything and everyone like the back of his hand and did the dirty little daily jobs as much as he oversaw the big projects. As Montreal roadwork has been corrupt for decades, he described some times where he knew there was "outside" money funnelling through the companies and municipalities with which they worked. Every one in a while, an unmarked box of champagne or prime rib would show up at his house. You didn't say no to that.
He was the type of man who could renovate the house, cook supper, and sew clothes for his daughter or make her braids. Although he was great with tools, I do remember him helping me change a ceiling fan in our first apartment -- I knew nothing about such projects -- despite not turning off the current. We both felt every one of our tooth fillings before that job was done. He was generous to a fault and was never at a loss for words ... which might actually have been less of a positive as he aged and became much more vocally opinionated.
To all who have lost parents, we know the deep pain and emptiness that is a difficult but necessary part of loving and being loved so much. Mrs. Parent and I begin a new year in thankful memory of him.
Cybertruck blown up in front of trump hotel in vegas in addition to the new orleans terrorist attack. What a crappy way to start the new year.
Me and my girl are finally over the hump. Of course right in time to go back to work soon....some how my dad finally managed to get me sick lol