............................................ ............................................ A blog devoted to the ramblings of a small town, middle aged college professor as he experiences life and all its strange variances.
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............................................ ............................................ A blog devoted to the ramblings of a small town, middle aged college professor as he experiences life and all its strange variances.
About the Author: The Frumpy Professor has a Ph.D. in Zoology with specialization in endocrinology. He is active in both research and teaching. His rather furry-face is salt-and-pepper grey, and he sports wire-rimmed glasses. In addition to pipe-smoking, philosophy, drinking, and writing, he is an avid hunter and fisherman.
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My dad's birthday is the week before Christmas. He has been gone over 19 years now. What I miss most is his memory of what happened when. There is only one of his compatriots left to ask and I'm not good at that.
Happy Birthday to your dad! He sounds like a wonderful person. I miss my dad every day. He died in March and there's already been so much I'd want to share with him.
Sadly, my dad passed away now almost 28 years ago.
PipeTobacco
You are part of the Church Militant, and he is part of the Church Triumphant, so although you've been apart for 28 years you are also still intimately close through your faith. You know this, Professor.
And I think he would approve of you smoking your pipe in his memory, but that's a milestone for you to set in your own way at your own time, not necessarily on his birthday -- however honoring of him that might be. For now, I am just so glad that he remains a cherished and happy memory. Despite his physical absence, he is clearly a happy and vital part of your present life. And that's wonderful.
Your dad would of been born in 1923, same year as my mom. Although her birthdate was Sept 16.
Coffee is on and stay safe
That asbestos was terrible stuff.
That you wish you had had more time with him is the kindest memory of all. I too, feel the same way about my dad.
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