Today is my father’s birthday. He died in 1992. We went through some early years when I was
mad at him and resentful. In my late 20s, I realized that my anger was hurting me and him and
that I wanted to be close to him, to forget about the past, to start over again and express our
love. I said this to him and immediately he agreed. For both of us, there was an immediate and
miraculous transformation. We forgot about all the old stuff and expressed our love to each
other. We lived in love for the last three decades of his life. It was a pleasure. Today I wish I
could talk to him; maybe he will give me a message. I wear a beautiful tweed jacket he had; it
fits me perfectly.

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