Today marked one year since my dad died. Here's a picture of us when I got my Master's. My dad was not the most present father, but I must say, he went to all three of my graduations. He was proud of my success in education.I remember my dad's love of opera. He went to the opera almost every day during the opera season. A bartender gave him the nickname, "Johnny Opera". It stuck. I now have Johnny Opera tattooed on my arm, underneath my "Mom" heart.
Dad, and Mom, may you rest in peace. I hope right now you're yukking it up over there on the other side.
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Did you ever go to the opera with your dad?
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