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Sunday, June 16, 2024
Doing Some Math
I was thinking about the date of my father's passing, and realized it's been almost 35 years since that day. That's 34 years we didn't celebrate a Father's Day, I still miss him.
Not a competition, but 42 years - my biggest miss is that I never knew him as an adult - I often wonder what kind of a man he was, since only knowing him as a kid is way different than knowing parents when we become adults.
20 years for my Dad. When something noteworthy happens, I still think I should call Dad and tell him. Aways takes a minute to realize he no longer answers. Still miss him.
A decade for mine, this year. Same.
ReplyDeleteI've thought of many things I wanted to ask my father. His history mostly, but that will never be.
DeleteNot a competition, but 42 years - my biggest miss is that I never knew him as an adult - I often wonder what kind of a man he was, since only knowing him as a kid is way different than knowing parents when we become adults.
ReplyDeleteMy mother died before I was three months old. I've wondered many times about her.
Delete20 years for my Dad. When something noteworthy happens, I still think I should call Dad and tell him. Aways takes a minute to realize he no longer answers. Still miss him.
ReplyDeleteI haven't done that in a long time. When it happens, it takes a few moments to let it pass.
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