“Some people are like Slinkies - not really good for anything,
but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.”
My Dad was an April baby, too. On the 23rd in 1917.He died at age 61 before the two of us could really work out our relationship. We never sat down and had a beer together. There's so much I would like to talk to him about. And, yes, like you, I still miss my Dad.
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