Friday, June 7, 2024
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My father’s love language was gift giving. In fact, to our kids, he was a great representation of Santa Claus. He always made sure they had a wonderful Christmas. He made sure my brother and I had some fantastic experiences as well. We went SCUBA diving, snowmobiling, riding mini bikes, and boating. In high school, he sent us each on a field trip overseas where we learned to appreciate the importance of history. My father loved to have fun. He enjoyed amusement parks and made sure we had the total experience. He loved holidays, and he never missed an opportunity to be the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny or Santa. The 4th of July was always a bang at our house! Even in his later years, when he couldn’t get around very well, he was bringing happiness to his neighbors by sharing what he had with them. He taught me a lot, and I will miss our talks. I am glad he knew how much I appreciated him. No regrets! Love, Judy
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