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June 17, 2007
The first Fatherís Day without Dad. Itís been rough lately, thinking about his passing. It was January. He had just turned 86 in December. Itís hard not to think about his fall and the terrible condition I heard he was in and how the hospital had him strapped in as he begged to be let up. Iím so angry. Iím glad for my time with him last year. I brought things of his home, souvenirs of remembrance, to treasure the things he treasured. I treasure his poetry most of all. Dad was a very talented poet when he was young.