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I LOVE YOU, DADDY

I Love You, Daddy ( Previous title has been changed!) Golly! I do miss Daddy and the luxury of the Cadillac Fleetwod Car Series! My Dad would only buy these till he died, in his eighties. In this very huge car, Uncle Pete, from Italy, taught me to drive, as my Father would sweat bullets! Cars were hide in the 1050’s. It was four door and air-conditioned.Unique in 1956! Spiffy whitewall tires, and the AC was in the trunk! He also owned a Buick and a station wagon with wood siding, a ‘Woodie’. These days,they are auctioned at Sotheby’s! Dad wore a suit everyday and a Borsalino hat. When I see successful men, I see them in suits, overcoats and Borsalino! Fine white shirts and proper cuff links. That is what I saw as a young girl… On hot summer days, Dad wore a vest with a summer suit. No belts, ever, as he was a suspenders man. Always expensive shoes, that he shined with pride! I never saw him in jeans or running about in pajamas. My Grandpa Pete, was the same way. Dad and Grandpa looked like twin executives! But both were fun and down to earth! They shared a love for people. Loved music, family and telling jokes! I then grew up to be quite casual and the cars I bought were tiny.weird,foreign cars. I wanted to have a car that was not popular like the Cadillac or other big cars of those years. I was so ptoud of my first cat, a Fiat 600 Then, invited my Dad for a drive. Dad was quite tall! And in the Fiat? He looked enormous. Unfortunately. He could not wear his famous Borsalino in that bug of a car, as his head hit the ceiling! Dad affectionately referred to my Fiat as the “Coffee Can.” And…I am hardly like my Dad. In cars, dress or my lifestyle. Nonetheless, he was an outstanding man! In his lifetime, he owned four business establishments. They were operated with the same class, Daddy had. He vowed to never work for anyone and worked twelve hours a day along with my Mom. They never took vacations. And only took off work on Mondays. Money was spent on entertaining family and friends. They bought a huge l home in the suburbs when I was ten. They shared their profits with the Chirch, and supporting anyone, family or friend, who needed help. He would drive miles to pick up nuns and priests, who came to our house for dinner. Dinner on Lenox China with elegant sterling silverware. And always, dinner by candlelight. We always ate on the finelt tablecloths.with music in the background by Cole Porter or Gershwin. Mom had many siblings they were at our house often! My daughter, Maria, rightly named her son, Edward! Like my Dad, he is called, “Eddie.”And he also will be a good man and successful in life. Maria was adored by my Father. He was heartbroken when we moved West.So she spent summers with Dad and Mom. Maria flew alone since she was six,to be with them. Next to Dad’s bed was a rosary and a prayer book. He was a faithful Father to me, but more importantly……to the Lord When Dad died I insisted I drive his car and be the lead car to his final resting place. I put a bear in the back window of the Cadillac, as my tears fell like rain, on my summer skirt! If there are cars in heaven, I know he is driving a Callac right now! I used to call his car, “The Silver Dreamer”, because he loved beauty in life. And had dreams of making it better. Rest In Peace, Daddy! (Your navy blue Borsalino is in my closet! I keep thinking you will show up one day, to reclaim it…..if only…..) Love, Panagiota 10/5/2022

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Date: 10/8/2022 7:59:00 PM
Your account of your Dad's life has reduced to me to tears of both joy and sadness: Joy at his vibrant being; sadness that he is no longer here. Bravo, Pangie! :) gw
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Date: 10/9/2022 11:16:00 AM
Gershon, thank you so much! I wish I had such generosity of soul, time that he did. He loved life! He was buried on his birthday. I can see his casket sinking into the ground still. Oy,how painful that was! For any human being, he had endless love..I think you got that in the poem. So proud of his religion! What a grateful, ambitious Father he was. And top notch Grandfather. Thank you, Pangie
Date: 10/7/2022 7:30:00 AM
This is a wonderful, loving tribute to your Father. He was a generous man. He loved his family so much. He also loved God and was devout with his faith. He cared for his wife when needed. His cars always looked new and were spotless. I just kept crying reading this poem.
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Date: 10/7/2022 11:47:00 AM
Never met a man that worked so hard. He wanted the best! Not only for his family but for people that were hurting. God, faith was his guiding light. He took care of myGrandpa in OUR house, till he died in his late eighties. AND, we took him with us TO events, we never left him alone, while we ate and partied elsewhere. He could not walk well but Dad would not leave him alone. He lost Dads-siste and brother in the flu epudemimic years ago. Grandma dies before I was born….I am glad the poem touched you deeply. Thank you Elena
Date: 10/5/2022 9:39:00 PM
Truly lovely dedication, Pangie, and I love the story. Shades of how it was, the respect, love for one's Father, Mother. its all here. Harry
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Date: 10/6/2022 9:37:00 AM
Dear Harry, I know you lost your Father in a brutal way, in a war. How terribly painful that must have been for you! Thank you for taking the time to read this. The love and respect for our parents is vital to growing up with a sense of compassion. In our world, that swirls in selfishness, memories of my parents remind me of how great life can be! I wish your Dad and mine were still here, Harry! Pangie
Date: 10/5/2022 4:53:00 PM
A beautiful poem and tribute to your father, Panagiota. iIt touched my heart. I enjoy hearing adults talking about their parent with respect and love. It warms my heart. Thanks for sharing your father and family with us through your wonderful prose poetry, my friend. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill
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Date: 10/6/2022 9:25:00 AM
Bill, ~ I rarely hear people talking about their Dads! Let alone in a poem. He was a true gentleman, and went out of his way for adults or any children… He loved telling jokes, and making us laugh. Dad bought a WHOOPI cushion. LOL. I think you know what that is. He’d put that under cushions for kids or adults. Everyone got a bang out of it. Nobody disliked him. He was out to see that people had good food, laughs, and memories!I don’t think he ever knew how much he impacted life.God sent me a great Father, I am grateful. And grateful you are here with an open heart. I so appreciate that! This was my first attempt at prose poetry. Thank you for your positive input. Bless you and Sara!! In memory of good parents, Pangie
Date: 10/5/2022 2:00:00 PM
Such a wonderful write! Long but was so good I kept going. A lovely tribute and a beautiful family. We mostly had only ourselves…we didn’t live close to relatives. Occasionally a visit. A blessing I’m sure. God bless you, Pangie!
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Date: 10/5/2022 2:33:00 PM
Kim, as you know, I am not into reading or writing long poems. Thank you for taking the time to do this. I know people prefer only liners. Knowing, I am far from a philosopher, I don’t and will never pen one. There are so mamy great quotes on line. Golly! You would have loved my family! I was an only child. That can be lonely. But I had girl friends who were as close as sisters. Spent many nights at their homes. Fun, it was to be with big families! Thanks for being a friend and reading this. Pangie xx
Date: 10/5/2022 12:29:00 PM
ATTN.JOE De Mino! Hi, Prince! You are right on the money! My examples were all hard workers, Christians, patriotic Democrats, who dressed with pride. Loved their families and we got together regularly. They were jokesters, loved dancing, carnivals and children! What more could a girl or boy want? I am glad they were not intellectuals nor smug. Uncle Pete grew grapes. Made wine, and such a great cook. Holidays, birthdays, big events. Yes and they worked hard for those Cadillacs. All we’re grateful for their lives! Pangie Thanks, Pangie
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Date: 10/5/2022 12:21:00 PM
sounds like you are a family who loves cars, and it stems from your father's love and passion of them. You tell a very poignant story of love and appreciation, loved it, Panagiota
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Date: 10/5/2022 1:00:00 PM
Well,each man has a hobby. My Dad had no time for that. He worked a six day week!))Cars, pretty homes, love and togetherness really meant something to him..Also, some in the family played musical instruments! A high energy group~Mom had five siblings. My Grandpa lived with us till his last day. A man, everyone loved! Thank you for sharing. Bet my Dad sees your words. Bless you! Pangie five siblings.
Date: 10/5/2022 11:52:00 AM
Very beautiful and heartfelt write. You were wonderfully fortunate to have such fine examples to emulate, with an abundance of love to give you good reason and purpose in life. I am certain your dad watches proudly over you, and God has a blessed companion for Sunday drives in their Cadillac, all chromed-out with huge whitewalls. Love it!
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Date: 10/5/2022 1:05:00 PM
Prince…I replied to you in the wrong place, sorry. Look above Mystic Rose. In that box it says Hi, Prince! Sorry I do not know where my brain went! LOL. Hugs, Pangie