In memory of my Daddy

My Dad, Dorval Nelson Bell, passed away 14 years ago today in Carrick-on-Shannon, Ireland. I was numb for quite some time afterward, and went through some really dark times. As time has passed, I still find myself thinking of him almost every day. Something always comes up when "I wish my Daddy were here."

Nearly three years ago, my son was born. We had decided, upon finding out the gender, to name him James Dorval Toney after two of his deceased grandfathers, my dad and Dr. James F. Toney DVM. I find more and more often, that JD was named appropriately. From looking strikingly like my dad, to his sense of humor and intelligence, he is so similar to my dad. I only wish he had been here to meet JD; he would be so proud!

They say "time will make it easier." It hasn't really been any "easier" per se, but it is different. I am not numb and angry at God for taking my father. I do wish he were around, but I know he is in a much better place.

Daddy had no formal music training, but he sang this song often and well. Miss you Daddy...



Also, he was very interested in the Bell/Boler family genealogy. This was one of the last, if not THE last book we bought him:
Red clay hills of Neshoba: Roots-reflections-ramblings : the early history of Neshoba County, Mississippi