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Frederick Hippchen:
Philly and I were buds and coworkers in Chicago. Many good times with him and Rosa - Philly and I had been buds for a long time when iin 1989 I got a job offer in Minneapolis, and my spouse, Mary and I were moving.
It really was hard on Philly and me . . . we had share so many adventures together . . . and survived. Rosa and Mary just shook their heads . . . I loved Phil dearly. When I moved, that was the last of our connection. Until right now at 9:37PM CST . . . Yucatan Peninsula Mexico.
So, I looked you up, Philly . . . and found Rosa as well. I just hit 80. Yeah, it surprises the hell out of me as well. You've seen it all from the Heavens, Phil. Some close calls there for me. I suspect Ill be along . . . although that old feeling that i'm going to be around for quite awhile came back gnawing on me . . . but eventually, I'll be there. I miss those Stoly' 100 Vodka you keep in the freezer. I poured out like syrup . . . you always gave me extra onions for my Vodka Gibsons. Love you, Philly, Rosa .. . my dear friends. Freddie
Malgorzata Poliszczuk:
My Dad - I don't remember my father very well. I was a baby when my parents divorced. I was in my fathers life until age 9. I have a fond memory of my Dad. He use to throw me in the air and catch me. I was sad my Dad wasn't always,around when I visited him at my grandmother's house. I never understood why. I was told negative stories about him.I don't recall.much if any positive memories. I forgive my Dad. He wasn't around I.don't understand why he never reached out to me as,an adult. The last time I saw my Dad as a,child was when his mother my grandmother passed away..I just turned 9. At least I think so. I do.remember a,time I went to restaurant shaped like a,ship.
My Dad was there. He asked if I wanted something to drink.
I was there with my 2 older sisters. One was 14. The other was 21. I was wearing pretty earrings. My Dad said they looked like chandeliers in my ears. My Dad wasn't a perfect person. No.one is. I understand that now. My Dad tried reaching out to us as,a,child. He got rejected. Maybe he was afraid it happen again
if he were to extend an invitation to me.to maybe go.out for a little lunch. My Dad gave me a nice pen knowing I never told him I like writing. That pen means,something to me. I have it it no longer writes but it's a reminder of my Dad. It's a pretty pink.pen with glitter and water mixed together. Little did I know I'd start writing poetry at age 22. My Dad passed away at age 60. I was 24. Too young to pass on. My father was perhaps misunderstood.
There's more to stories about someone than just what we've been told. Know. My Dad was an intense person. I know stuff about him that was all told to me but in a negative light. I want to remember my Dad as a complex human who had flaws like all of us,do in this,world. May he be at peace. I.love him.
Georgia Katsikadakos:
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