Bringing Up Woodridge
Remembering My First Valentine: My Dad
Prevent a broken heart by taking care of yours.
I’d like to dedicate this column to my very first Valentine – my dad. Nearly 11 years ago, my dad passed away from a massive heart attack. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him and wish that he were still here. Growing up, I was the youngest of six children. My parents always worked very hard to take care of us. My mom was a teacher and my dad worked as a metallurgical engineer for U.S. Steel, traveling quite often. I remember when I was little, I couldn’t wait for my dad to get home from work. He convinced us that he had recess at work and the moment he walked in the door we asked what game he played that day – some days it was hopscotch or dodgeball and others it was kickball or tag. During my school years, he was …
Suzy Ravasio Chudzik
11:00 am on Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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