First Father’s Day Without Dad Here

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Some people say I resemble my dad…I’m not sure what they mean. (Around 2006 in Bryant Park, NYC)
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Dad at his final homecoming inspecting the crowd and watching the game.
  1. Never underestimate anybody. In his career as a fundraiser he was just as connected to the “small donor” as he was the “wealthy benefactor.” He’d often sit and have coffee with a farmer or a widow regardless of their ability to contribute back to the school. He just loved people and conversations that at some point got around to TMP-Marian. One of the largest early gifts the endowment foundation realized was from a farm couple whose first gift to the school was an antique button collection, contributed as an item for the annual ACE auction. Dad had no idea the couple would end up leaving the school over six figures at their death, he simply connected with them as he would anybody.
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Final salute from 3 retired officers: my sister Kathy receives the flag from Dad’s casket as 2 of his nieces also salute.
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Dad smiling at my wedding in 2007 in New Orleans
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Dad’s last visit to school he saw one of the digital display boards they hope to install in the new reception space bearing his name and the newly demolished raw space on the fourth floor where he once had his bunk at the military academy.
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Enjoying memories of my dad while enjoying the embrace of my daughter just days after we told Dad goodbye.

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