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What a bitter-sweet day.  I look at our children and feel so thankful they had such an amazing man for their father.  And I remember all the times we did things together for Father's Day.  When they were little, helping them make the "perfect" gift and then decorating a cake, reminding them to get him something as they entered the self-absorbed teen years, watching the tears come to his eyes after they were grown and sent him thoughtful gifts and called to tell him they loved him. He wasn't perfect, but they all knew he loved them and did his best for them, and now that he is gone they were generous in their sorrow and yesterday took the time to share memories of their time with him with their children.  And a new memory was created - one I will treasure forever.  Our middle daughter sent me a picture of father and daughter (our grandaughter and son-in-law) sitting down for the first time to learn how to play guitar - both guitars from my husband's collection that they took home with them after he died. He always wanted to pass his passion for music on to the next generation and while our own children never followed that path, at least one grandchild, for one day, carried on his legacy. Bitter-sweet.  I sure do miss that man...

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