Saying Adios, Dad

Vintage movie ending screen

He floated freely through life, with the wind as his companion. Always free, never encumbered.” – Linda Lee Lyberg
Yesterday, I said good-bye to my father for the last time. And although he was never in my life much, there is a new emptiness I can’t decipher. Is it because I have a handful of memories, most of which include me feeling disappointed and him being, well, Bill Polley
Or is it because I forgot a long time ago the sound of his voice as he called my name?

My father was never apologetic for his actions; he lived his life as he saw fit.
In 1972, he saw fit to change his entire name from William Clark Polley to Anthony Joseph Pollizzio. I am still unsure why.

He leaves 4 women behind: myself, as his oldest daughter, my own daughter, my half-sister, and her daughter. We each have our own memories of him. In all our cases, our memories of who he was reflect 4 completely different perspectives of one man. Who, exactly was this man who was my father?
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Goodbye Dad

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 & Me

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.

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Grandpa

Vaudeville theatre
All I have is a torn, grainy photograph of a man I hardly knew.
He was a contortionist in Vaudeville and the photo shows him folded in two like a piece of paper. Folks who knew him told me he could put his head between his legs and get his wallet out of his back pocket with his teeth. I never saw this myself, but that’s his legend.

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Dear Mom

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Patsy Ruth Clevenger 12/7/1928-8/9/2011

Dear Mom-
Six years ago today, I received an early morning call telling me you were gone. The nurse told me someone had been in to check on you, and they came back 15 minutes later, and your soul had moved on.
I read a lot about death in those weeks following. From what I read, the way you went- alone- was what many souls choose to do.
And while I am sad I was not there in those final moments, I know it’s what you wanted. If I had been there, I would have selfishly asked you to stay and you would have done all you could to do so.

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The Doll

Voodoo Dol. Close up of scary dirty old retro vintage aged used
The blood of the doll is on my hands, so I must ink this story.”- Linda Lee Lyberg
“We have no choice. We must do it. The shaman said it’s the only way.” The four women stare down at the fully dressed cuddly doll on the ground. Sucking its thumb, the blue eyes stare back, challenging their decision.

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