Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on June 17, 2016 by Jan Wilberg
My dad and I reconciled after a long estrangement. And what followed was a time of pure gold.
It didn’t take long for my father to develop an email style. His very first email carried what would become his signature farewell. TIE. Take it easy. Sometimes he added SIT. Stay in touch.
His emails were short, very factual, reporting on his bowling score or his search for an even cheaper internet provider. He ended up going to Walmart for their $8.99 a month deal after changing providers three or four times in the eighteen months he owned a computer, the time between the death of my mother and his own death. It amazed me that he’d buy anything from Walmart after the years of being a small dime store owner always trying to outsmart the ‘big guys.’ In our house, a whole dinner would be spent discussing how to beat K-Mart’s price on Aqua Net, the essential ingredient in the 60’s elaborate beehive hair-dos.
“You just have to…
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Thank you for sharing your father with us. So beautifully written, as we all must come to our own conclusions. Our parents, ourselves, may the two meet again with gratitude and love.
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