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My father was a crossword aficionado. Often times, he'd do two or three a day, and if he didn't complete it one day, you'd find him working on it the following day. I recall how excited he'd get when he solved a particularly clever answer in the Sunday crossword. Additionally, if he seemed somewhat stumped, he welcomed the input of those around him. This activity offered another opportunity to share what became a much beloved ritual.
Now that my father has passed away, it's the little things that surface during the course of a day that remind us of the loss. It's a three word phrase that begins with "W" and ends with "U". I got it; we miss you!
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