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ASHLEY HERTZOG EMBRY


Ashley Hertzog Embry has a poetic soul. Born and raised in Newmanstown, PA, she dreamed of becoming an author when she grew up. Always the family documentarian, in first grade she wrote “All About My Family & Me,” a short story chronicling the lives of her loved ones. Decades later she released her first book, “Letters To My Papa,” a much longer story chronicling the lives of her loved ones.

In 2001, she moved to Nashville, TN to attend Belmont University and pursue her love of lyrics and the melodies that bring them to life. She continues to reside in Music City, working full-time in music publishing. Embry leaves no day unaccounted for by capturing moments in photographs and collecting memories in her personal journals. When she isn’t writing or creating handcrafted gifts in her home study, you can find her living the family life with her adoring husband, Mason.

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5 days ago

Letters To My Papa

75 years ago today, Noel Kent Hertzog was born. I always thought he'd live to see at least 90, but he somehow managed to squeeze just as much life out of the 68 years he got. That makes it easier when I think about all the good he did while he was alive, but it doesn't make it any easier when I think about how much I (and others) still need him today.

I long to see him play with his grandkids. To show him just how far I've come in the last six years. To reminisce on our favorite memories together. To go out for ice cream on a summer night. (Or winter night for that matter) To ask him really difficult questions that I only know to ask because I'm older now. To have conversations that could deepen our relationship. But alas, our relationship was frozen at 29 years.

No more conversations. No more ice cream dates. And the deepest cut of all, he never knew life as a grandparent. And he would have been a damn good one.

Happy 75th Birthday, Papa. Missing you and loving you so...
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75 years ago today, Noel Kent Hertzog was born. I always thought hed live to see at least 90, but he somehow managed to squeeze just as much life out of the 68 years he got. That makes it easier when I think about all the good he did while he was alive, but it doesnt make it any easier when I think about how much I (and others) still need him today.

I long to see him play with his grandkids. To show him just how far Ive come in the last six years. To reminisce on our favorite memories together. To go out for ice cream on a summer night. (Or winter night for that matter) To ask him really difficult questions that I only know to ask because Im older now. To have conversations that could deepen our relationship. But alas, our relationship was frozen at 29 years.

No more conversations. No more ice cream dates. And the deepest cut of all, he never knew life as a grandparent. And he would have been a damn good one. 

Happy 75th Birthday, Papa. Missing you and loving you so...Image attachment

 

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This is always so touching to read. What a tribute and way to honor him!

Sending you so much love. Xo

Hugs! He would have been the best Grandpa!!

Hugs my sweet friend❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thinking of you and your family girl.

Thinking of you!

💔 nicely said Ash 😘

💔💔💔

Thinking of you

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2 months ago

Letters To My Papa

It never comes when you expect it.

The grief.

Yesterday I found myself more focused on celebrating my husband's second Father's Day than on mourning my seventh without my dad. I selected a photo of Papa, drafted a post, and published it. I missed him, but I didn't cry. I thought about him, but I didn't dwell on his absence.

Then this evening, I show Noella his picture and she recognizes him immediately, and it occurs to me to play a video of him for her. She's seen pictures of him. And she's heard his voice. But never the two at once.

So I pull up a clip of him speaking at the 2009 ELCO Homecoming pep rally. She starts repeating "Papa, papa, papa" even though I only ever call him Grandpa around her. (She also calls Grandma "mama." 🤷🏼‍♀️)

For some reason, the sound of my daughter (his namesake) calling him what I called him most of my life creates an out-of-body experience where I feel like I'm watching my own inner child call out to her father.

Just as I feel myself teetering on the edge of the emotional cliff, Noella says, "Happy, Papa?" (Checking in on everyone's happiness is quite important to her these days.)

And I fell. Right off the cliff.

The tears that were nowhere to be found yesterday came pouring out. I didn't see it coming, because I made it through the milestone holiday with no trouble. But that's the thing about grief. It's ALWAYS bubbling just under the surface. Even when it feels a million miles away. You're always one unexpected moment from a breakdown.

***this clip is all I was able to capture after I composed myself again.
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Oh what a moment Buckwheat Jr! And he is smiling down 🙂

I wish I had video of my dad. I would love to share him with my girls. Thank you for posting this. It strangely makes me feel better ❤️

Hugs!

Oh my goodness, Ash. I have no words. Just sending lots of virtual hugs your way. ❤️

Oh my. My heart is happy, yet hurting. Hoping Dad sees her excitement and giving you heavenly huggers. Huggers from me Babe. Love you. 😘😘

This had me tearing up reading it. You write so that people imagine and see these scenarios so vividly. I’m so sorry for your grief. I do love her excitement for her papa. 💕 thinking of you.

Ashley...your way with words constantly moves me...so much. Thank you for sharing what you do.

Hugs to you 💜🙏🏼

Oh, sweet girl!!!!

I envy the closeness to your father

💙💙💙

Those moments hits you at the oddest times.

I envy the closeness to your father

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