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Blu

Posted on 2012.07.20 by cjromb

I just took my Dad’s blu-ray player out of the bins I’d brought back after he died. I put the first Batman in it; I haven’t seen it yet, and a friend was kind enough to loan it to me. … Continue reading →

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FryDay Tears

Posted on 2012.06.15 by cjromb

Every Friday, Jeffrey Fry sends out FryDay humor to his email list. It always makes me laugh, sometimes pretty hard. Almost every Friday, I used to forward that email to my Dad, imagining him laughing. He forwarded me funny emails, … Continue reading →

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My Dad’s Hands

Posted on 2012.05.17 by cjromb

I loved my Dads hands. One of his fingers was crooked and one nail was bent. He wore his wedding ring still, even 30 years after my mom had died. His hands played piano and played guitar and laid out … Continue reading →

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How Is My Dad?

Posted on 2012.05.10 by cjromb

How’s my Dad?  You wonder. I wonder, too.  The truth is, I won’t know until later, until the time comes when all I can do to see this is look back in time from my future to now. How am … Continue reading →

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