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This piece tells the story of my father, William, and describes how our relationship evolved over time. The pieces is particularly appropriate for Father's Day--as it honors the blood bonds that overcame different points of view and disagreements--a love that binds us to our loved ones, even when they're no longer physically present in our lives.
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This piece tells the story of my father, William, and describes how our relationship evolved over time. The pieces is particularly appropriate for Father's Day--as it honors the blood bonds that overcame different points of view and disagreements--a love that binds us to our loved ones, even when they're no longer physically present in our lives.
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Memories of My Father
By Judah Leblang 2007
Word count: 460
My father, William Leblang, was born on April 29, 1927, in Cleveland. Since his death in 1988, I don?t dwell on his birthday or on Father?s Day. Instead they sneak up behind me like a cat, spraying a vague scent of depression. It?s only after I sink into sadness that I look at the calendar and feel the void that could only be filled by my Dad and his size 12 shoes.
Our relationship wasn?t perfect. In my youth, my father was stubborn, temperamental and rigid. An engineer, he saw life as a series of mathematical equations-- right and wrong, good and bad.
But my father could also be kind, generous and fun. Every summer, we?d head off to Cedar Point, the greatest amusement park in the Midwest, for two days of riding rides, and swimming in Lake Erie.
While Dad was a workaholic who spent six days a week ?at the offi...
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