Today, July 22, was my dad’s birthday (RIP 1914~2000). A career Army man, he fought in WWII: the Philippines, Guadalcanal, and New Caledonia. That was all before my time, of course, but my life as an ”Army brat” was quite an interesting one. A privilege!
Dad is affectionally known as Papa Duke in The Dachshund Escapades, where he and Sarge become good buddies. In actuality, we adopted Duke in 2007, so they never knew each other—but I know it would have been love at first sight. Dad loved dogs, and they loved him—that’s the beauty of writing fiction based on reality: I can change things as I wish!
There was so much living in his 86 years. Our family called five states and two foreign countries home, and I attended 13 schools by the time I graduated at age 17. It was a wonderful life. My younger brother was born in France when I was seven.
Happy birthday in heaven, Dad. We all miss your zest for life, your robust laugh, and funny stories. Your grandchildren never got to meet you down here, but they’re well acquainted with Papa Duke through my books. I like to think that makes you happy ♥️.
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