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On Wednesday December 19, 2007, my father died. He was 85 years old. As a child, I thought of him as the tallest, wisest, strongest man alive. As I grew I also learned that he was rich--not in dollars, but in love, patience, and the respect of everyone he met. When we buried him, my uncle said that he left an enormous hole, one I do not know how I will fill.

One of his favorite places on this earth was a lake up in the Quebec Laurentians. I wrote about it a while ago, and he told me how much he enjoyed the essay.  So in his honor, I give you the link here.

Adieu, Papa. Je t'aimerai toujours.

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calepin
Jan. 1st, 2008 11:04 pm (UTC)
What a lovely essay, Alice-- it's easy to see why you both would love the place, blackflies, mosquitoes, and all.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

Heather
acebauer
Jan. 2nd, 2008 02:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Heather.
paulahy
Jan. 2nd, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)
Alice, sorry for your loss. Memories can be good balm for a wounded spirit.
acebauer
Jan. 2nd, 2008 10:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Paula. And you are right about memories.
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