"Take a long walk on a short pier"
was my father's favorite line.
Assuming he wanted to get rid of me,
I walked away.
Hurt.
We weren’t close.
We never talked.
But he could have been sharing with me.
His love of the sea.
A Marine in World War II,
he loved boats and the sea.
Now when I look at the ocean,
I think of him.
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