Sylvia Plath may have had issues with her "Daddy" but I don't remember any with my Dad. The other day I found some pictures of him when he was so young and "cute" that I couldn't believe my eyes. Pictures are great but in someways I wish he were here for me to hug him and "force" him to talk more. Or were the women in the family the only ones who told their stories? Now I'll have to reconstruct my Dad's life by going over the pictures and my memories and reconstructing something I can leave for my children. They all loved him as much as my Mom, although Mom is all I heard about for a long time.