Book of Memories for Donald Nelson Hall

Condolence From Jennifer Hall

Mon, 19 Oct 2020 23:45:03 EDT

It has been 10 years and I still think of you each day. I see you in your daughters laugh and smile. As long as we exist you will live on in our memories. I pray you have found peace. Until we meet again.

Condolence From Amanda Hall

Fri, 06 Jul 2018 23:09:47 EDT

Every year at the end of June and the middle of October I get so sad. I feel so terrible every day, nightmares every night leading up to your birthday and the day you passed...and then I start to feel your presence. I feel like I'm standing next to you in Dunbar while you brew Lipton tea in a big glass bowl...I'll feel your hand on my arm, on my shoulder. I'll turn around in the kitchen and be back in Boomer, in your kitchen, and see you with one foot up on your stool, sipping a beer and smiling. For some reason this year was the most intense. I can't shake the feeling that you're near me. It's driving me crazy because I keep thinking I'm coming up to visit you...but you're gone. I keep reaching for my phone to call you...but you're gone. I keep getting so happy...and then I remember you're gone. I still blame myself. It isn't getting easier. I sang you happy birthday today... I hope you heard it, wherever you are. I love you and I miss you so much, dad.

Condolence From Amanda Hall

Fri, 06 Jul 2018 23:08:32 EDT

Every year at the end of June and the middle of October I get so sad. I feel so terrible every day, nightmares every night leading up to your birthday and the day you passed...and then I start to feel your presence. I feel like I'm standing next to you in Dunbar while you brew Lipton tea in a big glass bowl...I'll feel your hand on my arm, on my shoulder. I'll turn around in the kitchen in Boomer and see you with one foot up on your stool, sipping a beer and smiling. For some reason this year was the most intense. I can't shake the feeling that you're near me. It's driving me crazy because I keep thinking I'm coming up to visit you...but you're gone. I keep reaching for my phone to call you...but you're gone. I keep getting so happy...and then I remember you're gone. I still blame myself. It isn't getting easier. I sang you happy birthday today... I hope you heard it, wherever you are. I love you and I miss you so much, dad.

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