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I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge that today is the 40th anniversary of my Dad's death. It was most unexpected -- the day before (a Saturday), my parents and a couple of their friends and I had piled into Dad's prized Plymouth Fury and visited a then-new shopping mall in Holyoke, about an hour's drive from home. The following morning, he went into cardiac arrest before we were to go to church. He was two days short of his 65th birthday.
My Dad was the son of Lithuanian immigrants who died when he was a teenager. He volunteered for service shortly after Pearl Harbor and the Army Air Forces sent him to India to service cargo planes flying over "the Hump." After he married my Mom, he designed and built a home and trained as a welder. He always bragged about me to his friends. I'm glad he lived long enough to see me graduate from college -- the first time, anyway -- and I wish I'd had more time with him so that he could see how I have evolved through adulthood. AND how the world has changed in 40 years!
I love you, Dad. ❤
Also, I acknowledge that today is the 10th anniversary of the passing of my friend Andrea's father. Andrea's parents graciously hosted me for a few nights when I visited the UK in 1989. I could tell that they were very proud of their daughter. How strange of a coincidence is it that Andrea and I, two only children who love to look up at the stars, lost our fathers exactly 30 years apart to the day?
My Dad was the son of Lithuanian immigrants who died when he was a teenager. He volunteered for service shortly after Pearl Harbor and the Army Air Forces sent him to India to service cargo planes flying over "the Hump." After he married my Mom, he designed and built a home and trained as a welder. He always bragged about me to his friends. I'm glad he lived long enough to see me graduate from college -- the first time, anyway -- and I wish I'd had more time with him so that he could see how I have evolved through adulthood. AND how the world has changed in 40 years!
I love you, Dad. ❤
Also, I acknowledge that today is the 10th anniversary of the passing of my friend Andrea's father. Andrea's parents graciously hosted me for a few nights when I visited the UK in 1989. I could tell that they were very proud of their daughter. How strange of a coincidence is it that Andrea and I, two only children who love to look up at the stars, lost our fathers exactly 30 years apart to the day?
