... or rather, this morning, early. Just before I woke up, I dreamed that he came to visit. We were getting ready to leave somewhere, and he showed up at the screened door. He said he had been doing a lot of reading on the beach. He looked good, and his hair was no longer gray.
I can't help but think his visit had something to do with the photo of us swimming at the beach that was posted the other day. Regardless, I love every single millisecond of seeing him in my dreams.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Summer 2002
I've been looking for more pictures of Dad, and I'm realizing we didn't really see each other that much. It didn't matter, though. It always felt like home wherever he was.
These pictures are from August of 2002 at the beach. I think this is when Timothy and I dropped the bomb that we got hitched. He loved it!
Just one year ago (and some)...
I think Kristin and I were singing in Dad's ear in this one...
I've been missing Dad so much that I thought I should add some pictures to the blog. These are some of Lisa's from June of last year, at Martha and Chris's wedding at the Highland Lake Inn.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Happy Anniversary Bill
My name is Ann Marsh and on this day 46 years ago I met Bill Carstarphen -
it was his first day in the Charlotte city manager's office where I worked. After
Bill retired and moved back to Charlotte, I sent him an email every year on this
date to wish him a happy anniversary. And he always emailed me back
remarking with fondness of his time in the manager's office.
Bill liked to tell a story about that first day. He had absolutely nothing to do
that first morning. His desk was empty; no one had given him any assignments
- yet. Nothing. Ann to the rescue. I took a copy of the City Code in to Bill and
suggested he read it. I can hear him laughing now telling that story. It was funny
the way he told it and he got such a kick out of it.
Such a great guy and what a privilege to have known him for so many years.
I can hear him laughing now. I can hear him blowing his nose too. :-)
I can hear him talking about Gertie driving to Charlotte to shows at the
Merchandise Mart where she would shop for her store. Driving in her
Cadillac I believe. And I can see Bill now walking with his crutches to join a
group of us retired City employees as we gathered for breakfast at Showmar's
at Seventh and Pecan and hear him as he told the story of his (mis)adventure on
Mt. LeConte. That was the last time I saw Bill. He was always in a good
mood and he was that day too.
Happy Anniversary my friend.
Ann Marsh
it was his first day in the Charlotte city manager's office where I worked. After
Bill retired and moved back to Charlotte, I sent him an email every year on this
date to wish him a happy anniversary. And he always emailed me back
remarking with fondness of his time in the manager's office.
Bill liked to tell a story about that first day. He had absolutely nothing to do
that first morning. His desk was empty; no one had given him any assignments
- yet. Nothing. Ann to the rescue. I took a copy of the City Code in to Bill and
suggested he read it. I can hear him laughing now telling that story. It was funny
the way he told it and he got such a kick out of it.
Such a great guy and what a privilege to have known him for so many years.
I can hear him laughing now. I can hear him blowing his nose too. :-)
I can hear him talking about Gertie driving to Charlotte to shows at the
Merchandise Mart where she would shop for her store. Driving in her
Cadillac I believe. And I can see Bill now walking with his crutches to join a
group of us retired City employees as we gathered for breakfast at Showmar's
at Seventh and Pecan and hear him as he told the story of his (mis)adventure on
Mt. LeConte. That was the last time I saw Bill. He was always in a good
mood and he was that day too.
Happy Anniversary my friend.
Ann Marsh
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