Goodbye Dad

Author’s Note: This was written 3 years ago when I learned my dad had died. Reposting today in memory of him.

Of course you’re an artist. You come from a family of artists. I’m an artist, your grandmother was an artist, and so was your grandfather.”My Father
Anthony Joseph Pollizzio 9/3/1926- 9/18/2017
Daddy and Linda
Dad & I
Dear Friends and Followers-
I received a call this morning that my Dad passed away in his sleep at 9:35CST. I may be indisposed for a few days and since I usually post daily, I wanted you to know.
If you have read any of my stories about my dad, you know he was never much of a constant in my life. That said, I forgave him a long time ago. He was being true to who he was, and that was all. It was nothing personal.
My lovely daughter sent me this photo once I told her about her grandpa. For the first time ever, I noticed the beautiful leather butterfly on his boot. If ever there was an apt description of my dad it’s this:
He floated freely through life, with the wind as his companion. Always free, never encumbered.
I will be watching for you Dad, in my garden- Free as a butterfly.
While I am away, if you’re interested, you can read some of the following stories I wrote about my father. I love him, now and forever. He has been the source of inspiration for much of my writing and I suspect will continue to be, for after all, he told me – YOU ARE AN ARTIST. 
They are listed from first to last.

The Last Joke’s On Me

©Copyright 2017 Linda Lee Lyberg

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at:
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

12 Comments on “Goodbye Dad

  1. Linda, I happened upon you quite by accident recently while browsing books in Amazon. Somewhere I saw Linda Polley Lyberg and “Linda Polley” rang a forgotten bell in my head.You attended Janowski Elementary and Burbank Junior High,as did I.I know we had a couple classes together and the same teacher at Janowski,if memory serves.We didn’t run in the same circle but had some of the same friends. Anyway, I enjoy Charmed Chaos. Thanks.

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  2. Ah, Linda, I love that you describe him as floating freely with the wind as his companion. His spirit will soar without bounds, now. Thinking of you through this passage.

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  3. I lost my Dad when he was only 45 years old, I was 16 going on 17. Of course I remember him but have always felt cheated of the memories we never had a chance to make. Take care.

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  4. I read all the posts about your dad…..your stance….that he made you what you are stands out….you are indeed a strong and arty person with words too….peace of the Lord…

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