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My Dad was my hero, even though he was oh, so human. He was far from perfect. He could be argumentative, stubborn, opinionated, and occasionally prejudiced -- although his prejudices leaned more to the ethnic (British) than the racial. He probably drank more than he should have (although in almost 47 years, I saw him "drunk" only once--at my oldest brother's wedding rehearsal dinner--and his personal habits surely didn't shorten his life significantly). He could be mean, when he thought it was necessary, though rarely (if ever) was he mean to me.
But he came to the US from Ireland in 1922 at the age of eleven (that's his passport picture on the left), and worked hard and steadily for the next 74 years. He worked two, sometimes three jobs at a time. He loved my mother, to whom he was married 56 years when she died in 1998. And he gave his children everything he didn't have when he was growing up--including a father.
He loved to talk and to argue and to fight -- in a friendly, but "NO B.S." sort of a way. He would listen to an argument -- really listen -- and tell you what was right with it, and tell you what was wrong with it. There were some things he had his mind made up about, to be sure. But he was surprisingly open-minded for a person of his generation.
He was the hardest working, most self-sacrificing man I've ever known. He died six years ago today, June 28, 2001, just a few weeks short of his 90th birthday. I miss you, Dad.
Dr. Fallon
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