Those Were The Days

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY GUYS!

Life With The Top Down

Father’s Day has been different for me over the years. My father died on Father’s Day in 1994. It’s ok, don’t be all sad, he planned the big exit so we would never forget. 23 years ago on the 19th of June.

Honestly, I always thought it would be Christmas, the big guns of the holidays, but having your father die on Father’s Day…well-played Jim, well-played indeed.

This was a man with a very large presence, who wanted to be remembered in a very grand way so I would say…mission accomplished dad.

My dad was almost 58 when I born..oops, which made my childhood a tad interesting, to say the least. It’s funny because I never thought my dad was old, he was just my dad. Until that Summer afternoon in my driveway when my best friend invited me to come to her Grams surprise 60th birthday party. She informed me…

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3 responses

  1. a good read, glad to read your words… hope all is well…

  2. Worth revisiting, Lisa. Thank you! All okay with you? 😉 xoxoM

    1. It’s getting better. Thank you Margarita.

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