LaTigresse
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ORIGINAL: Kaliko quote:
ORIGINAL: CRYPTICLXVI My father died in 1980, I was just starting to get to know him as a person and not just a father. A lot changed for me after he died. I changed a helluva lot after he died. I miss him over the last three decades when I actually reach a place when I would like to have someone to speak with, to have someone I trust to give me perspective. At this point, I don't even fucking remember what his voice sounded like. My dad died when I was 15 years old. I have an old VHS tape of him at Christmastime. I wasn't with him this particular Christmas, but it was the last one that he was alive for, and he was so very much my dad in this tape...in every way that made him my dad. The house was decked out for Christmas and looked like a setting for a shoot in Country Living Magazine. The Christmas music was playing in the background, the fireplace was glowing, and he was his exuberant, silly, happy, funny self. The tape also has a few other random moments. Like when he used to pull over the car on the side of the road and "moo" at the cows. Or the time he did a cooking show in his kitchen with an awful fake Italian accent and singing songs off-tune while he chopped up dinner. I admit, I treasure that tape so much. I should get it transferred onto DVD and keep copies so I never lose it. Please for yourself Kaliko, get this tape saved into multiple electronic forms..........do it this week. VHS tapes can be ruined in a moment. You will not forgive yourself if you procrastinate on this and lose that treasure. Do it Tuesday. For yourself.
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My twisted, self deprecating, sense of humour, finds alot to laugh about, in your lack of one! Just because you are well educated, articulate, and can use big, fancy words, properly........does not mean you are right!
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