Originally Posted By: The Italian Stallionette
Nice story Kly! I can only imagine how it would feel to not be recognized by your own father. Thank God for the great memories of when he was "himself."

SC, another great story. Don't think it's uncommon that some fathers (or mothers) have a hard time being "close" YET we feel the love, especially at times of need and/or bad health. And, great friends who help you ease the pain. tongue Munchie time.

One of the many memories for me (of many). When I lived in MI, I use to work downtown. My dad's cleaners was in the area and instead of paying for downtown parking, I'd park there and he'd drop me/pick up every day and bring me back to my car.

I always waited til the last minute to put gas in my car and he'd always tell me, "Ann, you're riding on a prayer. You need money for gas?" I'd tell him I'm gonna get some now. More than once, he'd pull a twenty out of his wallet. I'd say "no I have the money, I'm going to get gas now." One time I as I was pulling out, he tries again to give me money we tossed it back and forth. LOL. As I thought I WON and pulled away he ran back to the open window, threw a twenty in my car and went back into the cleaners. He always joked around and kept saying to me "you're stubborn just like your mother." (teary eyed as I remember) cry


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TIS,Kly,SC,

My Dad had a tough exterior too and a soft side as well. He was an old school Italian who would not work for other people and he expected us kids to be responsible and work hard. My Dad made a lot of money with the beer distributorship he owned and could of bought each of us kids a decent used car but instead he bought old beat up VW bugs for the girls and Chevys for the boys that didn't run and we had to help him fix them up every Saturday if we wanted a running car. He was smart and loving, he knew we would work hard to get those cars running and he got to spend time with us kids all the while. Really miss him.

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