He died in obscurity and alone, abandoned by his family. I was too young to do anything about that, but I know it was wrong.
I need to say goodbye to him.
He died in obscurity and alone, abandoned by his family. I was too young to do anything about that, but I know it was wrong.
I need to say goodbye to him.
Though I look like my mom, I am truely a daddy’s girl. We are exactly alike, and I love that about us. We can coexist perfectly, and have a great time doing so. My dad says that I remind him of his father, who I never met. He was a writer, and I want to be a writer, so I guess we are kind of alike. I feel a very strong connection to him, and everyday I wish that I could have gotten to know him. I should pay him a visit.
I never met my grandfather because of an issue with my Catholic father marrying my Jewish mother.
my dad always tells me great stories about him- he was a firefighter, volunteer and very strong man that taught my dad a ton of important lessons.
I would really love to pay finals respects to him at his grave site.