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Reflections On My Dad

He tells me stories, too. And I love them. I cling to them. My dad is a masterful storyteller. In that way, I’d like to be like him when I grow up.

Sometimes when it’s over, I wonder if he even cares about the things I talk to him about, but he keeps calling, and I’m so thankful for that. I’m especially touched of late because I’ve seen–sometimes from a distance and sometimes right here in my own home–what happens when dads don’t call.

I’m trying to think back to when I was a teenage girl, trying to remember more about those calls. I’ll be honest, I can’t imagine I was always fun for him to talk to. I was moody and sometimes even angry. Certainly, I didn’t appreciate his calls as I do now. Frankly, I can’t imagine that I was so charming that he couldn’t wait to call… but he called. He called and he listened to me.

For nearly forty years, he called. Tonight, to be honest, given all that I’ve watched my children go through in the last six months… that feels almost superhuman.

Thank you for calling, Dad. I love you.

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Christy Diane Farr

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6:45AM PDT on Aug 3, 2013


2:28AM PDT on Jul 3, 2013

Thank you :)

11:08PM PDT on Jun 28, 2013


11:10AM PDT on Jun 24, 2013

Thanks Christy.
My dad was one of the most incredible people I ever met, the day he died, I lost my father, a friend, a daddy and someone who would have gave his life to protect me.
He was unique.

3:49AM PDT on Jun 22, 2013

Thank you for sharing.:)

1:24AM PDT on Jun 22, 2013

I miss my dad every day...

4:57AM PDT on Jun 21, 2013

Thank you ...

1:51PM PDT on Jun 20, 2013

Thank you for the article, It brought back memories of me and my dad, when I moved away from home at 27. We spoke at least once or twice a week until I was 40 and I moved back home to help take care of him in his last year of life. I would never trade any of those moments or memories for any thing in the world. Keep the articles and information coming.

3:16AM PDT on Jun 20, 2013


11:23AM PDT on Jun 19, 2013


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