[miss marmelstein]

Please don't break my heart. My dear dad died in 2008. He didn't have the happiest life - starting out when his dad lost all their money in the Depression and he ended up living in a tenement in Brooklyn, sleeping in summer on the rooftops to avoid the intense heat. He then was drafted and served in the artillery in the Japan theater of war, setting the sites of the big guns. The worst moment of his life was when those guns fire upon our own troops and he had to wait while his commanders tried to figure out the blame. He was 20 years old. He and his fellow soliders were exonerated but he never forgot that hour of his life.

He married and while I think he loved his children his marriage was far from perfect. Like Americans of that generation, he did what was right to preserve the union, preserve the family, and put himself last. I miss him everyday of my life and hope - if I'm damned lucky - to meet him in paradise. And if I don't, it will not be his fault.

Happy Father’s Day, daddy.

[Rusty0604]

How touching. I lost my dad in 2006. In my family, he was the stable one. My mother was not kind and was an abuser. My dad was the kind and nurturing parent. With that, this article is upsetting to me.

[sauropod]

My dad also died in 2008, and while we didn’t have the best relationship, think fundamentally he was a good man.

I hope to see him again one day too in Paradise.