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Friday, May 18, 2012

Misty Watercolored Memories

May 18th, 1999.

The day you reached your "ultimate age," as the life insurance folks have described it. Thirteen years. Four thousand, seven hundred, forty-nine days, and not one of them that I didn't think of you or see or hear something that reminded me of you.

A picture of my father as a young man in the Air Force. As he put it, "I successfully defended Denver against the Koreans!"

There's a small room of each of our hearts where we store our sorrows and loss. We try to keep that door closed and locked, but suddenly a date or event comes along that causes us to open the door and sift through this room. It brings both smiles and tears. Today is one of those days.

I miss you Dad.


  1. It is amazing how often poker bloggers write of their deceased fathers. If only we could get them back for one day. I hope those memories will inspire you today.

  2. Funny, today would've been my Dad's bday. Nice post and nice pick. xoxo

  3. You brought a lump to my throat, Duck. Very well put.

    You know that small room you talked about? I hate that fucking room.