Monday, May 4, 2009

Because I Left My Balls at the Cemetary

Wanna be sure to get weird looks?

Here's what you do!

Sit at a family dining establishment (any one will do) and make a rubber band ball while sipping on a strawberry mojito. REALLY!!

Last weekend when Grandy went to get her party on with DENS, she decided to pay a visit to dear Dad. I haven't been to the site since we moved mom out of the area about 4 years ago.

Dad always collected rubber bands, and when he died I had made a rather large rubber band ball to go in with him. Since it had been so long since I have been to see him, I thought it was time.

Visiting the local office supply store, I found a couple colorful ones. The pink and purple one was just me. I had to get it. The rainbow one was cute so I had to get that. Then...well...I couldn't just NOT make him one. That would be cheating.

So, here you have it. The mama ball, the baby ball, and the bastard child ball.

Can you tell which is which??

Imagine the looks Grandy got while making this at the table.

Can I get you anything else, Miss?

NOPE! I'm good!

When I visited Dad's site, I left these there. Some people leave flowers...some leave their balls.

Dad would understand...but most others won't.

17 comments:

Persnickety Ticker said...

Aww...that is so sweet. Why leave something ordinary like flowers when you can leave something long lasting and endurable like your balls.

The Mother said...

That is way better than flowers. A real token of the days you enjoyed with your dad.

Deanna said...

I hope when I die people leave memorable items such as this at my gravesite. I've already given my family orders to not spend money constructing a shrine with flowers. Perhaps I'll have them consult with you for ideas in the (way off!) future.
Your dad must have been pretty cool. ;-)

Hasta Pasta said...

I LOVE IT!!!!!

Sometimes that is all you have to say "rubber band ball" I know what you are thinking and feeling. Love you... and your balls!

Mike Golch said...

I get it,we all do stuff that makes us feel good.occasionally I will leave a golf ball at my Dads grave as well.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I love it.

Marci said...

Your blog is great! I love that you left rubber band balls at your father's grave. Way more meaningful in your case.

Joyce-Anne said...

That's pure genius! I love it!

Dens said...

is that like leaving your Heart in San Francisco??hehehe...it was sure fun making balls with ya!!
...maybe a deck of cards next time?

Anonymous said...

That was a wonderful thing you did. I hope and expect that some day, years hence, my daughters will do the same for me.

I mentioned your blog post, and why I suspect my daughters might follow your foot steps in my Random Stuff blog post this morning.

Mariuca said...

Hi Grandy, I have a special award, for you, CONGRATS! :)

Grandy said...

Persnikety~ Nice!

Mother~ Yeah, I hadn't considered that.

Deanna~ He was. Thanks!! I see you easily getting at least one thermos!!!

Hasta~ Love you back!!

Mike~ That's cool! Do you golf too?

Grandy said...

Jenn~ Thanks hun!

Marci~ Thanks so much...for both comments!

Joyce-Anne~ Don't know about that crazy lady.

Dens~ Oooohh...for solitaire!!

Orient~ I'm glad you like, and hope your daughters pay attention. ;)

Mariuca~ You are too good to me.

Vera said...

How do you make a rubber band ball? They looked cute :)

Mrs. F said...

Those rubber band balls are going to be around for so much longer than any flowers would have been. You are so sweet.

JohnnyB said...

I've readyou often and I think that is one of your best blogs!!!

Keep it going!

Grandy said...

Vera~ I actually started them by wadding up a napkin and just adding to it from there. Thanks!!

Mrs. F~ Thanks toots!!

JohnnyB~ You are so sweet for saying so. Thanks!!