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It didn't dawn on me that it had been so long. I guess
because I still feel like he's around watching over me. When things just
seem to work out (and they always do), I like to think he has had a hand
in it.
My Dad had a nickname for everyone. I never really
knew his friend's and co-worker's real names because they were always
referred to by a nickname. Some of these nicknames wouldn't be very
politically correct in today's world, but Dad never met a stranger.
My brother, Steve, carried on that nickname tradition.
He always had lots of friends whose real names I never knew. And it's
interesting to think about... Riley always gives nicknames to her
friends, bosses, pets, etc.
Happy Birthday Dad. May the universe lay a gift at
your feet.
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