DAN'S CORNER
Daniel John Andres was born in Portage, Wisconsin, on October 26, 1976. My bi-centenial baby boy! He was, and still is, my pride and joy.
The Making of a Man
By Judy A. Andres 01/17/94
There was a time when you were but
A twinkle in my eye.
I had so many plans and dreams~
I knew we had to try.
For there was yet a life unlived~
One that was meant to be.
A precious life, a miracle~
T'would be a part of me.
It wasn't long and I could feel
A flutter deep within,
As you began to form and grow~
I knew all hearts you'd win.
Your sister waited anxiously
For when you'd come "to play",
And was slightly disappointed when
You couldn't play with her right away.
We were so proud, a baby boy!
Two weeks earlier than doc had said.
You snuck in just past midnight,
And kept us all from bed.
So often sick, you couldn't breathe~
I'd sit and hold you tight.
You and blankie'd cuttle close ~
I'd hold you through the night.
Yet, you always seemed so happy~
Easy-going, you took life as it came.
Not much seemed to bother you,
Your big brown eyes sparkled just the same.
It seemed all of a sudden, though,
That you began to grow~
From child, to teen ~ a scarey thing,
As every mother knows.
But now it seems like overnight,
You've grown into a man,
And I just want to tell you, Dan,
I'm glad you're the son I had.
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| Dan and his son, Ben...a successful fishing expedition...Ben said they caught a shark (because of the teeth he saw). |
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| Another father & son fishing expedition...this time in warmer weather. |
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| Dan and daughter, Lily, at the fair. |
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| Shoulder ride for Lily. |
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WATCHING, WAITING...
by: Judy A. Andres
I use to sit and watch the clock
As it passed nine, then ten.
Eleven, and at last midnight ~
Soon you'd be home again.
I'd sigh a sigh of great relief
As you walked through the door.
I knew you never understood
What I was waiting for.
It wasn't that there was no trust
between us, don't you see?
I had to know that you were safe.
Yes, safe back home with me.
So many things can happen
o'er which we've no control.
Accidents that claim a life
And tear deep at the soul.
Jen's death was such a tragedy.
It was a two-fold one.
Not only taking her from me ~
But me, too, from you, son.
For though I'm here in body,
Half of me left with her.
I try hard to be the mom to you
That I was for her.
And though I know I fall far short,
I hope now you're a dad,
You can look back at me and say,
"Mom, now I understand."
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