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In reply to the discussion: Daddy. The ones we lost. Please share yours. [View all]Stellar
(5,644 posts)6. My stepdad...
Actually, when I found myself, he was already there. My little sister and brother were too...stair-steppers as they say. My father died in WWII. We kids NEVER wanted for anything and I didn't know we were barely making it. There was so much love in the family and Christmas time was my favorite time of the year. He was born September 1922 and died Christmas morning 2013, two years after my mother and the day he made happiest for us kids. Although I'm a girl, every year afterward I would remember Christmas with one of the songs I would hear around our house during the Christmas season.
Nat King Cole The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot
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My dad was an industrial chemist by profession and an amateur astronomer at heart.
mnhtnbb
Jun 2016
#30
My dad was perfect in most respects, but he did not treat my mom with respect like many
Hoyt
Jun 2016
#33
My memory was of his swimming. On land, he was not graceful, but in water, it was like watching a
Hoppy
Jun 2016
#43
“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around.
struggle4progress
Jun 2016
#53