tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142705807761308348.post8530513778962966119..comments2023-03-22T05:37:54.717-05:00Comments on Pillow Book: "One hell of a cowboy in Heaven."Lizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772781079345535295noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142705807761308348.post-69280106614117233142012-11-06T10:21:35.347-06:002012-11-06T10:21:35.347-06:00I am delighted to read this article..thank you for...I am delighted to read this article..thank you for giving us this useful information. Great walk-through.<br />custom essayhttp://www.professays.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142705807761308348.post-41073461029713264112012-11-06T06:15:44.746-06:002012-11-06T06:15:44.746-06:00Zach,
I'm sure if one were to make a list of y...Zach,<br />I'm sure if one were to make a list of your all's characteristics and interests, that person might assume you all were very different. However, I have no doubt you would've gotten along... for three primary reasons (although I'm sure they are more): <br />1. Dad was witty, but also deceivingly foolish. He would've gotten a kick out of your "pull your pants up to your chest" bit. <br />2. You all could've screamed at the tv together during UK ballgames. <br />3. You adored the same girl. <br /><br />I'm so happy you are part of the family now and he would've been to. You make Adrienne happy and will take care of her. Above all else, that is what he would've cared about. Lizanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142705807761308348.post-60108962825706293342012-11-06T06:10:01.264-06:002012-11-06T06:10:01.264-06:00Mom, I honestly don't know where to start or h...Mom, I honestly don't know where to start or how I could ever appropriately respond. I think I'll just leave it at I love you so much. Thank you for the way you all handled the last 10 years and for the love I saw every day for my 30 years. Lizanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142705807761308348.post-67055366197438649472012-11-06T06:07:55.879-06:002012-11-06T06:07:55.879-06:00Thank you so much, Jessica, for taking the time to...Thank you so much, Jessica, for taking the time to read it:)Lizanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142705807761308348.post-28792516929231831762012-11-05T12:21:44.116-06:002012-11-05T12:21:44.116-06:00Expertly written and something I thoroughly enjoye...Expertly written and something I thoroughly enjoyed reading. I get so much joy out of hearing all of you talk about Curtis, and it's done in a way that makes me feel like I was there witnessing those stories unfold. Every time I hear any of you talk about him, I wonder what he would have thought of me. Would he and i get along, or would it be one of those awkward, strained in-law relationships simply because the two of us seem to be so different?<br /><br />In any case, I feel like my life is worse for not getting the opportunity to really get to know the father of the woman I love more than anything, and I am further reminded of that fact each time I hear you all speak of him with a glowing smile. But I still love it every time and wish I could call myself lucky enough to have really known him.ZSEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16044541031051300153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142705807761308348.post-89220820228013346662012-11-05T09:02:22.631-06:002012-11-05T09:02:22.631-06:00Liza, you have completely captured the essence of ...Liza, you have completely captured the essence of CLT with this beautifully written entry. You are right when you said he was a man of few words when it came to the "gushy stuff", but we always knew we were the center of his world. He was the type of man that let his feelings be known without having to utter a word. I still love thinking about the times Curtis had worn all of us out with the horse trips to Oklahoma (many of which were to drive straight there, unload or pick up a horse, and then turn right around and head back to Waterview) and you would say I'm going with Dad so he won't be by himself. I would watch you struggle to climb in that pick up truck and think, "she is just like him." (I still cannot believe I would let you go.) I must have known that you were in good hands, and of course I knew you would be fed. There were hundreds of Waffle Houses between here and Oklahoma of which I'm confident we have eaten at each and every one.<br /><br />CLT was a passionate man about so many things. He may not have expressed his emotions, but we always knew where he stood. Eventhough he would try to act calm and collected on the outside, I knew he was excited and "torn up" on the inside especially when it came to watching his horses on the track. Now, when it came to watching you girls play basketball or run track, his passion definitely showed and could be heard by people in an entire gym or at a high school track meet. (If you remember I would not sit with him at ball games for fear of us both being thrown out by the refs to whom he verbally critiqued their performance as well).<br /><br />I am not going to keep repeating what you have so accurately stated in this blog, but I do want to expand on one more point. I have not experienced in anyone else in my life the courage and determination Curtis displayed throughout his battle with cancer. He was an inspiration to me everyday of his life particularly after the diagnosis given to him in 2000 up until his death in 2010. He never gave into the fact he had this dreadful disease. He continued living his life in the same way he did before the diagnosis. I am talking about farming his land, snaking logs out of the woods using his big work horses, bushhogging and weed eating as many weeds as he could find on Turner Farm, manually tearing down an old farm house/log house piece by piece rock by rock (and this was about 7 years after the diagnosis) and countless other tasks that were required to keep this farm up to his standards. It was in the final two years that I remember as being such a struggle for him, but once again he never gave in. His final days were a testament to the man your dad was. The number of people whose lives he had touched made a point to visit and tell wonderful stories (and some of which were colorful and enlightening ones) of the teacher, horse trainer, role model, friend CLT was to them. We Turner girls will always have wonderful memories of the man we call our husband, father and Pa. The love he showed to us was and is reciprocated many times over. <br /><br />Momnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142705807761308348.post-70686873334279593892012-11-05T08:17:41.032-06:002012-11-05T08:17:41.032-06:00Thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Jessica cosselnoreply@blogger.com