Dad, it's been 44 years 1 month and a day since I saw you on my birthday at your funeral. I still remember your left index finger sticking up in your coffin. Ever since then, I've had to touch the bodies in coffins to make sure they're dead. Caused a few gals to faint at funerals ever since.
I gave my new tax accountant gal one of those coins that you brought back from WW2, she loved it. One of my friends here gave me a link to what it's worth ($2- 10). I was going to give her a gold eagle, but thought that might be inappropriate. Ended up giving the eagle to a young fella who is taking care of his daughter on his own.
Anyway, you probably know how much shit I've been through over the years, I took what you taught me in the short time you were alive and I ran with it. I kept Mom in the house that I built for her and Harold and Carol as long as I could. She died peacefully (doped up) in hospice. I could be so lucky. Cuddles is with you now also.
I did the best I could, Dad. I miss you.
"Frankovich"
BTW, the girl that "ruined your life" is now back in mine, working on me. I'll probably be OK. Regardless, my job is done.
Thanks. EweToob/Joogle has changed their format which allows me to post videos again with my ancient Linux system that I bought my mother God- knows how many years ago.
Another neat feature now, right below the search bar, is your EweToob Dossier. I'm thinking about posting my "dossier" and discussing it.
Don't get too excited, apparently I'm as boring as white bread. At least as far as I can see.
(Edit) NN, FWIW, my birthday is 7 Apr. The only person that remembered this year was my ex-wife in a brief text. The IN lockdown was supposed to end 23:59:59, 6 Apr. Alas, it didn't.