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Tag Archives: father
Father’s Day in the USA
First Father’s Day Without my Papa Since I can no longer express my love and appreciation for him directly to him, I’ll do it here. The following poem epitomizes my father’s lifelong attitude, a guiding principle that he applied to … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Memoir
Tagged don't quit, father, Father's Day, love, poem, remembrance
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Left Behind
The house is large, very large. My mom and I hear each other’s every movement, sometimes each other’s breathing. I never noticed echoes before, but now, dishes echo, books thud, floors sing under footsteps, and closing doors startle the senses. … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Memoir
Tagged Death, Family, father, grieving, Heaven, life after death
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If Worry Could Fix Things…
One day last year, while my parents were vacationing, I ignored a leak from the bathroom on the second floor of their home. A day later, the leak exploded and drenched two walls of the kitchen downstairs. I developed a … Continue reading
We Buried My Papa
My father died Sunday, March 9, 2008. All five of we remaining family members had a say in funeral arrangements, but because my father had been a prominent man in business, we had to consider the many visitors that would come from all … Continue reading
Spaghetti on Sundays
(This is an essay I wrote last year, when I learned that my father would die of his illnesses. My father died Sunday, March 9, 2008, at the age of 87, with his family surrounding his bed. It was the saddest day of my … Continue reading