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Remembering Fathers

I've spoken a little about my father, a decorated veteran of WWII who described himself as an "...unlikely war hero."

In many ways, he was the model for Ida Mae's father—a generous and self-effacing man who adored his family.

He and I heard Judy Collins sing "My Father" for the first time together, as we used to watch the Smothers Brothers' show every Sunday night.

None of the experiences described in its lyrics match mine, and yet their sentiment feels true—as if they did. 

Even now, I cannot hear any part of Collins's song without recalling that night the two of us sat in front of the TV listening to it, fighting back tears, unable to speak.

Every tender word and note remind me of how blessed I was....

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It's nice to have good

It's nice to have good memories... :-)