…not my palzy walzy
The legacy of love that my father left us lives even today. Papa…ha…here’s a guy, the sweetest, the dearest man I’ve ever lived. My father… not my palzy walzy, my father…
He looked at us , when we were kids, and you could see the love from his eyes permeating right to the marrow of our bone.
All the other things, business etc. , it’s all very nice, but its somehow bittersweet, because he is a man who broke his neck and gave his life to us, and now that we can say to him : Papa, let’s go baby, it’s first cabin all the way sweetheart, he is not here. So its a little bittersweet.