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Sep 28Liked by Jeff Greenwald

My dad also died at 54 - When I, and especially my brother, turned 54, we realized how we’d never really allowed ourselves to imagine living beyond that and now had to open up to the possibility of a long life. Odd. I loved the LA essay, especially this line: "hauling huge bags of goose feathers into the clouds."

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Sep 28Liked by Jeff Greenwald

Jeff: Reading this brought back many fond memories of Bob. The picture is exactly how I remember him. He is forever implanted in my childhood and he remains in my heart.

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This is a great heartfelt story! Genuine and real, I loved every minute of reading this story, Thank You for sharing, Sincerely, Julie

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Sep 26Liked by Jeff Greenwald

Bittersweet and beautiful. And the writing is just fabulous.

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Sep 26Liked by Jeff Greenwald

Despite the complicated nature of the relationship you had with your father, it sounds like he was not only inspired by, but genuinely proud of the man that you turned out to be. Beautiful writing, as always.

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Sep 25Liked by Jeff Greenwald

What a beautiful tribute to Dad ! loved reading it. I also loved the rest of your post, I'm so proud of you, Jeff. I love you so much. I hope you will continue writing and appreciating all the wonderful sights you see in your travels for many yuears to come..

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Thank you, Mom. Means a lot coming from you.

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Sep 24Liked by Jeff Greenwald

About your father, Nepal and trekking. I like it. Best, Mickey

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