Note to Daddy - Just Because!

To my dearest Daddy on this day:

I remember the times I used to hide in the back floor of the 1952 Chevy when you were going to get a beer at the neighborhood pub.

You taught me to be inquisitive and to find answers to my questions by research. This was a valuable lesson that I have taken seriously over the years. Growing up I spoke English to you and you would speak back to me in Spanish. It was a bit strange but it served its purpose of both of us learning how to at least speak a different language fluently.

Daddy you vanished from my life after college and did not surface until about 1990, 18 years later. When I saw you so many years later and you were in that hospital bed in Brooklyn, I felt numb. Did not feel this was you, my childhood hero laying there. It was a moment of realization. I was numb. Feeling of numbness made me sad. Sad that the love and adoration I felt for this man laying there was gone. Completely vanished.

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I had written this for father's day and never got around to it since I was planning trip to Montreal. So here it is. Just a note to Daddy.