Tag: father
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Singing to free the hostage…
Writing about my “hostage situation” in McDonald’s made me think of my father’s week-long experience as a McDonald’s hostage — at least in his mind. The day after my father turned 76, he attempted to use his foot to shift a box in the garage. He lost his balance and his mind in the process. The fall broke…
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The gift of song…
I wish I could call my dad on the phone today and sing him “Happy Birthday!” the way he and my mom always did for me once I’d left home. No matter my age, my parents were sure to call to sing–my dad with his lovely voice and my mom with her tone-deaf one. It…
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A Tribute to My Dad
I miss my dad. Like most little girls, I thought my dad was the most handsome, most fun, and most loving father on the planet. When he died in 2005, a little piece of me died with him–but a lot of him still lives in me and in those who loved him. At the time…