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15 Years.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Mar 20
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 14

Dear Dad,


15 years ago I lost a protector, a mentor and a talent that was shared with the world.


A man who was humble, happy and full of unadulterated humor.


My thanks to you could never be strong enough.


You provided me with memories and showed me love I could have never imagined.


My admiration for you is limitless.


To say I miss you, a gross understatement.


That being said, today I honor you, and want to celebrate your life, your achievements, and your love.


So while I weep for all those memories you were not gifted to witness, like seeing your amazing grandchildren grow up; I smile knowing you are in the ultimate grandstand with your stop watch.


I know now, it's not at my swim meets, but at your grandkids track meets.


You were always the "Alan" of all trades, and between you and Mom, the best cheerleaders a kid could ask for.


You have left a legacy that is not only incredible, but outstanding.


To say I am proud?


That doesn't sound strong enough of a sentiment.


And while I may not possess your many and vast talents, I will do my best to continue on and carry your torch, not just in name, but also in your good natured jovial ways.


The world may have known a maestro, but I knew a man who loved to share a great story, enjoy a hearty laugh, and a solid pair of boat shoes.


Love always and forever.


Xoxo,


Your Daughter,


Cynthia.

 
 
 

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