I must confess that I really don't know what I think about this blogging thing. There are days that pass when ideas flit in and out of my mind and I think "I should write about that," but then more days go by and when I actually sit down to write, it all seems so awkward. A million questions flood my mind---why am I writing this, do people really care, am I bragging about my child/my life, am I capturing the moments I really want to capture, in ten years will all of this matter, what about the things I want to say that have nothing to do with Brayden? Do I always have to write about Brayden? It is sort of awkward to sit down and post any and all thoughts to a blank computer screen, not knowing if there will be any feedback in return. The truth is that though I like to write, I personally have not written in so long, that I feel frozen when I stare at an empty post box asking for a story. So here's my disclaimer: most of the posts from here on out may be about our sweetheart Brayden, but a sprinkling may be about the rest of our life---thoughts on God, parenting, friendship, marriage, family and anything else that happens to creep in. With that...
Today I missed my grandfather. I had to buy stamps and went to the post office in town. It was around lunch time and there were several elderly gentlemen in line; one in particular held the door for me as I walked in and allowed me to enter the line ahead of him. He said he was "only there for stamps." We chatted a bit while in line and as I left I saw his wife in the car. He'd left it running to keep her cool in the A/C no doubt. Tears welled up in my eyes as I drove away. I thought of my grandfather. I could see him driving his car. I could see him reach over to grab my grandmother's hand and I could hear him say "Come on mother...let's go get ourselves a sandwich." I could hear his voice plain as day and I could see his smile. He loved my grandmother and he loved me. He loved all of us. And then I thought about how cold he was lying there in the casket...how still, lifeless and how shocked we were that we were having a funeral. I miss my grandaddy. I know he's with Jesus and someday I will see him again, but for today, I miss him. Grandaddy, I love you! I'm sad you're not able to watch Brayden grow, but you'd be so proud. He is turning into such a strong and handsome young man. Ellie and Aubrey are precious as ever and Julie is having a boy, Ethan, right around your birthday! We all love and miss you, but you are in a better place. We will see you again and we are grateful you are healed and free from this broken world.
DAVID LEE DYSTER
1923 - 2009
David Lee Dyster, age 86, of Pensacola, passed away on Monday, October 5, 2009 with his family by his side at West Florida Hospital.
Mr. Dyster (David) was born September 6, 1923 in Olathe, Kansas. Mr. Dyster served in the US Navy during WWII and US Coast Guard following WWII. David worked in Civil Service for the Army and Air Force his entire career, retiring at Eglin AFB, Fort Walton Beach, FL in 1984.
David married Myrtle I. Weston on December 3, 1947 in Irma's home town of Grand Bay, AL. David and his family lived in Grand Bay, AL before relocating to Fort Walton Beach, FL in 1968. Following retirement David and Irma moved to Jacksonville, FL to be near their grandchildren. In 1996 David and Irma relocated back to the Florida Panhandle, settling in Pensacola.
David was always active in his church serving in numerous positions including a Deacon at Union Baptist Church, Grand Bay, AL, First Baptist Church in Ft. Walton and First Baptist Church in Jacksonville, FL. He was a member of Olive Baptist Church in Pensacola, FL.
David was also an active volunteer at Memorial Hospital in Jacksonville, where he served as the first man to be President of the Volunteers Auxiliary. He volunteered in Pensacola at Sacred Heart Hospital for ten years and volunteered for the library at Olive Baptist Church.
David is survived by his loving wife of 61 years, Irma; a son, David M. Dyster (Janene); a daughter, Ruth Dyster-Moore (Al); six grandchildren, Julia Wolfe (Brian), Amy Phillips (Christopher), David, Jonathon Dyster, Sarah and Matthew Moore; and three great-grandchildren.
Visitation will be held from 5:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m., Thursday, October 8, 2009 at Faith Chapel Funeral Home South.
Funeral Service will be held at 10:00 a.m., Friday, October 9, 2009 at the funeral home with Dr. Ted Traylor and the Reverend Eugene Steele officiating. Interment will follow at Barrancas National Cemetery, NAS Pensacola, FL.
FAITH CHAPEL FUNERAL HOME SOUTH, 100 Beverly Parkway, is in charge of arrangements.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to The Ministry Village at Olive. Inc., 1836 East Olive Road, Pensacola, FL 32514.
You may express your condolences online at fcfhs.com
Published in Pensacola News Journal on October 8, 2009
2 comments:
I know exactly how you feel! I have made my blog more of a personal journal and figure that if people read it then great, and if not, then oh well. It's hard to put my thoughts into words sometimes and I too wonder if anyone cares, but writing is therapeutic for me and I really enjoy it...so I continue. Please keep writing!! I love reading your blog!! And I love you! :-)
i hear you, amy. especially about the having things to say but not writing them down part...for me it's because publishing takes guts, especially when it is from the heart and not from facts...probably why i never wrote editorials for my newspaper--only sports and news articles! oh, the curse of being english majors!! anyways, i began our blog because i hate scrapbooking and thought this would be a great alternative, maybe easier and less time consuming and cheaper! it has turned out to be mostly those things and i am glad we have it. ben thinks it is ridiculous to blog about our day to days but i like looking back at them. frankly i kept the blog private for the longest time because i found it kinda creepy that strangers and even long lost friends and even friends that i see all the time would read about our lives (not that i don't read other people's blogs!!), but when i opened the etsy shop and needed a place to post pics of projects i decided to make it public. anyways, keep at it. blog and write for yourself and your memories and your sanity! your sweet words about your grandpa made me tear up. our grandfathers passed away six weeks apart from each other last year. i know exactly what that is like. i miss my papa tunney so much and see reminders of him all over the place and i get back in my car and cry and sometimes reece even says, "mommy, you miss papa tunney?" because it happens so often. every time i cry over my grandfather i try to call my grandma. anyways, i hope we can finally get together soon!
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