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Happy birthday, Flo

What wonderful memories.

My favorite line and you quote it often: "I could have had more but I could never have better". Getting dusty in here.

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I know what you mean, Judy. How I know what you mean.

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Good story, great photos, a dish she was!

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You look so much like her. She was pretty. You, not so much.

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The memories get sweeter as time goes by. I hope you, like me, have dreams with your parents in them. When I do I always wake up in a better mood.

Happy birthday, Flo!

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I fall asleep, I have a dream

In it is the family

Nothing bad has happened yet

And everyone is happy

Mother and Father, both still young

And naturally they love us

We're all lying on a lawn at night

Watching the stars above us

Thanksgiving, Loudon Wainwright

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Beautiful...

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Sending you extra love today, Ba. This is why my father doesn''t believe in God anymore. xo

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I hear you

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Again, the overlap with a certain California pawnbroker/WWII vet/MOT/Widower/Social Media Rock Star who lost not one, but two wives to cancer in three years. Especially my stepmother, who was my dad's one true love.

He loved my mother, but they had their issues--including a separation as well, when she took my 3 1/2-year-old self and moved out before returning. Not long before the brain tumor arrived. But my stepmother's death gutted him like a fish. He wasn't as articulate as Big Jack was about it, but there was no mistaking the eternal pain whenever Rose Vine Robin's name came up.

"She was a beautiful person in every way," he'd say. "I understand. But I don't understand."

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That last line. Words to live by

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69 was far too early for Flo to die. And it wouldn't have killed HIM if she had lived, but it would have made Jack and many others happy. Happy Birthday, Flo wherever you are!

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Thank you, June. I hope she’s in a pool somewhere with an apricot sour

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Great story. By the by, how is that woman, Rashowena?

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Chamaya is good. I’ll tell her you asked about her

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Lillian Lipman died at 79, David at 95. He was never the same during those 16 years.

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I hope they knew that we knew what they were going through.

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Another 10 years? It might have killed YOU.

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You did it again, Barry. Broke through my carefully nurtured "Curmudgeon" crust to bring tears. I believe my late wife and your Mother had a lot in Common, and today 20 years and 4 days after her passing so soon, I'm reminded of how much I still miss her.

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I wish there was more than just words sometimes. Sorry, Ed.

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Couldn’t love this more, Barry

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Thank you for this

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Hubba, hubba, what a dish! Seriously.

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She was, wasn’t she?

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