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Dear Dad, Wherever you're fly-fishing these days, I'm sure there's no Internet access. And if there were, you wouldn't care or know how to use it. So I will keep this short.

I miss you more than I have ever missed anything. Your silly smile. Your dancing mustache. Your irreverent wit. Your tattered khakis. Your lunchpail wisdom. Your bottomless blues. Your tough love. Your bear hugs. Your bird calls. Your voice. Your laugh. Your "Hi, Hi" and "Morn, Morn." Everything.

You should be fishing with us. But, alas, you are in distant waters.

Happy Father's Day, Dad. I miss you deeply and love you madly.

Insecurely and always yours, Maidy-Bunks Picnic

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