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These perspectives are mine and, like tight-high waisted parachute pants, may prove to be a temporary error in judgement and ultimately regrettable.  My thoughts are never meant to hurt or intimidate anyone but to make them think.  If I'm wrong, please tell me.</description><link>http://stevensinger.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Steven Singer)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheMightyRoarOfTheButterfly" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="themightyroarofthebutterfly" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080553801313156534.post-8812367412658240509</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T23:49:46.042-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Evan Thomas Singer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Dad</category><title>My Dad - The Last Chapter</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPaNx8mjkE/SyniRVx_l6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/43FtuC8CVQo/s1600-h/Dad+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416108814422218658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPaNx8mjkE/SyniRVx_l6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/43FtuC8CVQo/s200/Dad+and+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am back in Indiana now. Unfortunately I got here too late: my father died while I was on the plane. As you may imagine, I am devastated that I did not get to kiss him goodbye and tell him that I love him one last time. I was told that he did ask for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was surrounded by people who love him and people that he loved ... except me. That is, however, very selfish thinking. I know he was in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now. My head is still spinning. Tomorrow will be my first full day without a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan Thomas Singer&lt;br /&gt;Born: July 3, 1926&lt;br /&gt;Died: December 16, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080553801313156534-8812367412658240509?l=stevensinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://stevensinger.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dad-last-chapter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steven Singer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPaNx8mjkE/SyniRVx_l6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/43FtuC8CVQo/s72-c/Dad+and+Me.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080553801313156534.post-4407766716868883024</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T17:38:50.156-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Evan Thomas Singer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Dad</category><title>My Dad</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPaNx8mjkE/Sx2trBvQQDI/AAAAAAAAACg/yN6WYbgjsvA/s1600-h/Dad+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412673281881817138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flPaNx8mjkE/Sx2trBvQQDI/AAAAAAAAACg/yN6WYbgjsvA/s200/Dad+and+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No news regarding my father today. My God, how hard this is; holding it all together while he is back there holding on for life. I try not to think of all the times I looked up to him as a child and stared in complete awe at the things he did for me. It would be too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are a child your parents are God and he was mine. He was strong, kind, funny, and I always felt safe in his company. Now he is suffering and there is nothing I can do for him. I have failed him. My heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want my daughter to suffer when I die. I almost wish I could get her to believe in some silly fairy tale where she would believe that I would be an angel, hovering above her, looking out for her well-being, always protecting her. Oh well, I need to snap out of it. I've actually been fairly strong so far. 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