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Hey Dad, It’s Happening Just Like You Said

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In 2016, a year before you died, you told me quite emphatically, “I don’t like Hillary Clinton, but Trump will wreck this country.” I don’t know how you voted that year. Did you give your Republican vote anyway? Or did you vote conservative along the party line and leave the top row blank? (That’s the image I hold onto.)

A child of immigrants, a career FBI agent, a lifelong conservative who produced four liberal daughters and two conservative sons, a man who taught by example, ‘nothing is more important than family.’ A man who loathed those who carried no moral compass,…

You’ve been on my mind more than usual. Several people in your family have been the recipients of those taunting White House emails and degrading messages. Russia is supposed to be a cozy partner… What’s going on in America right now would break your patriotic heart. I know it’s breaking mine.

Love, AnnMarie

Our Big Little Red Bug

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Herbie The Lovebug is a Volkswagen with blue and red pinstripes and the number 53 on his chassis. In his movies, Herbie never fails to rescue his owners whenever they need saving. They need saving a lot. Herbie once traveled to Monte Carlo for a race. He goes many other places too. Racing is his passion and he is creative at winning.

A few months ago, Dad brought home a Volkswagen. The little bug sits next to our Grand Squire wagon. But it never appears diminished. Our little red car has no pinstripes or racing number, still I know it is kind and clever. Whenever Dad drives it, he always smiles.

(Each week en route to the gym, I pass by this poor little Volkswagen. I finally remembered to take a picture before driving by. Always, when I see this little car, I travel back to the little car in my childhood driveway — the red bug who had the power of getting my ornery dad to smile.)

Happy weekend:)

The Steady Blue Firmament

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Dear Dad,

Your eyes flashed the colors of a summer storm.
Thunder rolled along the pink of your mouth.
Your shadow filled our home whether you were with it or not.
All this hurricane in one man.

But as terrifying as the clouds of my childhood could be at times, you were the sky.
How I miss the steady blue firmament of your presence in my life.
Today, somewhere out there in the nebula, you’ve turned 92 years old.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

Love,
AnnMarie

Happy Father’s Day

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Dang, I miss my dad quite a lot. Can’t believe it has been six years.

Father’s Day❤️

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His friends called him Bill, the rest — Vito
I remember other men gathering ‘round him at parties
Women telling him what a handsome figure he cut

He smiled in that tall, broad-shouldered frame
His eyes were as piercing as his deep voice—
terrifying as a child
remarkable in my adulthood

I believed any criminal in my father’s path
would immediately surrender themselves
to this larger than life FBI man
Judicious and fair with or without his law degree

His life stories from working an ice truck at seven years old
to duking it out on a golf course at seventy
were mesmerizing in detail, entertaining in delivery

The temper — he possessed a fierce one
No patience for silliness
but all the time in the world for family

I reflect often on his driving force
his charismatic personality
his soft side

Not a day goes by when I don’t miss him

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HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all you wonderful fathers!❤️

Miracle Mail

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In the mail today, an offer for my dad. Miracle Ear “promises to positively impact your life!” Dad has been deceased for over three years now. That would be some miracle!And I’ve missed him for 1,235 days.❤️