My good friend called the other day, weeping like a baby.  Apparently, she had been bitten by the “Father’s Day bug”. A few years ago, she lost her father whom she loved dearly, in a battle with the big C. Ever since, she periodically succumbs helplessly to episodes of grieving. Episodes that would make anyone wonder what a wonderful man her father must have been. 

Most daughters tend to be “daddy’s girl” indefinitely. I can say this with such conviction because my dad was my be...
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