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Off the cuff

Off the cuff is a saying we have up here in Canada when people are speaking plainly and with out any pretense.  Man to man as it were, or man to persons unknown. Tonight is just off the cuff I have a great deal on my brain and don’t really know how to say it.

First of all I just realized that I lost my father a couple of years ago this week, and it took something completely unrelated to realize that sad fact.  I was researching my Harry Houdini post and realized the date looked familiar.  I remembered that I wrote my grief out the day my father passed and had forgotten the date.

Does that make me a bad son? I hope not Dad, I miss you and love you.   You are not blood of my blood but you were my own.

Sleep well Papa.