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Kim Anderson: Thanks for the memories, Dad

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Posted: April 4, 2009 12:23 a.m.
Updated: April 4, 2009 4:55 a.m.
Edward Garfalo Edward Garfalo
Edward Garfalo
As I sit down to write this memorial column to honor my dad, Edward Garfalo, I’d give anything to be a more proficient writer, but sadly I’m not. What could I say about my dad that would do justice to his life? How exactly do you measure a man’s life?

He worked for the Department of Water and Power for 42 years. There’s nothing particularly special about that. He wasn’t wealthy, but he provided for our family even in the early years when it meant he had to hold down two jobs (without ever complaining). I think that’s pretty special.

He was a devoted husband. My parents really liked each other. They did everything together and still enjoyed each other’s company.

How many couples can say that after 57 years of marriage?

My dad and I had plenty of good times. They were simple activities but still very special to me.

When I was 12 years old I had the hugest crush on Glen Campbell. (Don’t ask me why.) Somehow we found out where he lived, and every few months we’d take a drive up Mulholland just to see the house. On one occasion, Glen was out on his front lawn chipping golf balls. What a day that was for a 12-year-old love-sick adolescent.

A few times a month we would take my dad’s old pick-up truck out for the afternoon and collect aluminum cans. (This was 40 years ago, way before it was cool to be green.) We’d take the proceeds from our cans and have lunch at the local Orange Julius. I never tired of that. I still pick up cans on my afternoon walks. It’s like I have this special connection with him even though he’s gone.

My dad’s friends will tell you if they ever needed him, they knew they could depend on him.

I guess if you measure a man by the love and devotion of his family and friends, then you’d have to say my dad was a pretty special guy and we are all better off for having him in our lives.

He was a frequent contributor to opinion pages, including The Signal’s. He was a man of few words so his comments were short and to the point — “one-liners,” as he liked to call them. He was proud to tell people that he was a “published writer,” but I think he just liked seeing his name in print.

I’ve tried to pick up where he left off as best I can. Every letter I write is for him. I’m a daughter who loves and misses her dad and wants to continue honoring him in some small way. This is for you, Dad. I know you’re looking down and smiling at seeing your name in print again. I love you.

Kim Anderson is a Valencia resident. Her column represents her own views and not necessarily those of The Signal.


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