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Hey Daddy, part five

March 30, 2009 By pia

Tomorrow night will be eighteen years since you left this earth. I hope you found a better place where all your friends and relatives will recognize you whether or not they knew you with your moustache. Only you would seriously ask me (when perfectly physically healthy and mentally healthy for you) if you should shave half your moustache so when you reached the other side people who knew you before would recognize you….

Eighteen years and I miss you more than ever. Truthfully I didn’t miss you for years as I believed you were ready to die–always complaining about your forever gone friends and family–and it seemed to me selfish to want you alive.

I thought you were very old. Now 77 is the new beginning of old age. Oh lets get onto something less depressing.

I moved into my house last Thursday. Lucia came from NY, for the weekend, just to help me. CLo and her husband W came from Atlanta. They were beyond selfless and I’m so grateful. You taught me to be a good friend and that lesson has paid off in spades.

The town I live in has a Wal Mart. I was looking at the 40th of an aisle devoted to Passover and they had Yazeirt candles which aren’t used on Passover but are used on death anniversary’s. I took it as a sign that for once I should be a good daughter and i bought one. I so hope I remember to light it tonight.

I’m exhausted and not in the mood to write. I can’t do you or me or anybody justice and I have to see how much money I have lost in three hours. It’s like a game this money losing thing. Once I made money and now…It’s not the stock market you loved. It’s stacked against all but who work in the highest Wall Street positions Oh let me shut up.

I don’t know if they celebrate death days where ever you are. If they do I hope you get to have a perfect day or maybe they all are. Like you I want to believe…

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Comments

  1. Doug says

    March 30, 2009 at 1:28 pm

    I remember the story about shaving half the moustache. Your dad always sounds like such a good character.

  2. cooper says

    March 30, 2009 at 7:08 pm

    This was so touching Pia, and go figure, Walmart in SC selling death candles at just about the time you should be celebrating. Maybe we should celebrate deaths more in honor of the lives lived. Your dad is probably kind of busy this time of year, wherever he is.

    I bet you are ready to collapse. Take a breath, it all sound so wonderful.

  3. Bone says

    March 31, 2009 at 8:06 pm

    I don’t know if they celebrate death days where ever you are. If they do I hope you get to have a perfect day or maybe they all are.

    It’s all wonderful, but that just had such a childlike innocence to it.

    I don’t pretend to know how losing a parent feels. But I know just thinking about my grandmothers, I only miss them more as time goes by, not ever less.

  4. sage says

    April 1, 2009 at 6:59 am

    Another touching post about your dad. One of the sad things about becoming old is that you have to say so many goodbyes. I’m surprised Walmart has any Jewish products, but then I go in one so infrequently that I don’t really know what they carry anymore. I hope you did light the candle and had a good remembrance of a good man.

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