Scratch tickets and a father's love

Updated: June 19, 2009, 2:10 PM ET
By Mary Buckheit | Page 2

Was it golf-club-shaped bar tools or a retro Brooklyn Dodgers cap?

It wasn't a cordless drill; stuff like that he liked to pick out himself. It could have been a baseball beer mug, or maybe it was that blue sweater vest. Was it blue or gray? It was probably just a card. Gosh, I hope I bought him something. Knowing me at age 22, I'll bet I just brought my old man a card. I don't remember; it's been too long now. If I had known it was going to be his last Father's Day I would have ...

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