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I was the son he never had, sort of, (he was blessed with three daughters, every man should be so lucky), we adored him, the way he looked, the way he moved and he knew it.

But I was like a son, I guess, because I pretended I wasn’t afraid of him. In fact a few months before he died, somewhat suddenly, we were talking and he asked, “Weren’t you afraid of me when you were growing up?” Chin jutting out, I said, “No,” as not to give him the satisfaction.

Liar. He could be scary. Hear that Dad, I was scared of you. Missing you, always.

I dream of passed love ones as though they are still alive and that brings me mild suprise - “Grandma, I thought you died?”, but I accept the absurd idea almost immediately. “Oh, OK. You’re alive now”

Last year I dreampt such a dream about my father for the first time. The only thing I remember about it now were how damn-awfull good his hugs felt. Those hugs that I crave so much now are the same hugs that I used to try and escape as a child.

Father’s Day is tough on those whose dads are no longer with them. Rick Moran decides to have a chat with his anyway. “Ultimately, it comes down to this; you’ve never left me. If there is one thing I could……

Sometime in the next month or so Barry Bonds will step up to the plate for the 756th time in his long, illustrious, and controversial career, swing the bat, and send the ball on its way up and over the……