|My Dad... around 1956|
How do you love a person like that? I can't tell you, I just did. I loved him deeply. I saw myself in him, but I vowed I'd never let my children feel that kind of abandonment. On the good side, he made me laugh. I loved hearing him sing. I treasure every moment I spent with him. There weren't enough moments, but each brief visit was special to me.
I was privileged to spend more time with him before he died. He had come back into my life, just not soon enough. Before long, we found out he had cancer. Then he was gone. Memories of my dad are bittersweet, but the sweet outweighs the bitter for me.
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