11/1/17

{lucky 13}

the number 13 ... thought by so many to be "unlucky" but loved by rickey and embraced as his "lucky" number.

every year before bow hunting season began on october 1, he would have me write a #13 on an arrow of his choice ... the one he would reach for first when a buck came into shooting range ... and many years, that arrow brought home a trophy buck, other years, just some venison for the freezer, but either way, it was always rickey's request ... 

"here, write on my arrow"

and so i would ♥ 

 13 ♥ xoxo .... 

his love for the number 13 was carried on in his children as they wore the number proudly when they played sports and after he want to heaven they each had a tattoo created ... each one representing their own personality ... each one honoring their daddy/uncle!

{in this photo from top center, tessa's on her heel, nick's on his thigh, taya's on her inner arm, addie's on her shoulder and kajsa's on her forearm ... a forever tribute to a man who was well loved!}

thank you andrew for capturing this quick moment in time that is truly a tribute to a man who loved so well and was loved so dearly!


the amazing photographer at taya & justin's wedding captured the beautiful photo below, and i absolutely treasure it ... a private beautiful memory between taya & her daddy on this most special friday the 13th ... the day she married the man her daddy and i had prayed for since he was a little boy!


in taya's own words from her facebook page:

XIII
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Unlucky or not, for the past six years, 13 has been binding.
A number my dad liked probably just because the rest of the world feared it.
I don't think he was fearless. Or Superman. Or above anyone.
He was simply human.
Loving and caring in a way that's inspired us and makes us want to remember a number.
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Bonded.
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Not only to my sweet husband on the luckiest of Friday the 13ths. But to family. Us who live on in the love one man poured out to us.


{she said it perfectly and oh.my.goodness. i love you my sweet taya jill}

"13"


2 comments:

  1. Literally sitting at my desk in tears.... as just to add to the beauty of it, I was born on a Friday the 13th, and Tom is a 13th birthday also. The Lord wants us to love this number!

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  2. What a beautiful way to celebrate him. We think of Jenny when we pick up a penny.

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