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Robin Andrews Stanley's avatar

So heartwarming, Bob. Your column triggered many memories of Dad....He was always the one that took us to the library from an early age, to the UCD farm to see the animals, on adventures going to the city dump, or for a Foster's Freeze treat. And there is one special memory, when I was a freshman at Cal and invited to a formal dance, for which I had no dress. He drove all the way from Davis to Berkeley and took me to I Magnin in The City to pick one out, patiently watching me try on multiple dresses and offering his thoughts. We finally settled on a white dress with black polka dots, horrible with my auburn hair, but it was chosen with love.

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Jane Richardson's avatar

Memories are so special, I remember being a nurse in the ICU in this town I had recently moved into, and I had a precious patient that had such a remarkably friendly, caring family. They interacted with him and each other in such a special way, I knew he had a good life, and that they were all lucky to have each other. I knew then this little town was a great place to spend a life in.

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