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June 8, 2025 · 9:40 am

Daddio-sir and the Big 97!

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Yep, you read that correctly, my dad is 97 today! .

The HarvZ. Zaidie. Daddio-sir. Or just plain Harvey. Call him what you will, this guy has been a constant since I hit the ground wailing. And has tolerated me for just as long.

Most of the time. (I was a challenge, to say the least)

The man that has kept my moral compass on straight, challenged me with everything from knowing I could do whatever I wanted in this world to keeping my patience in check. We have walked many paths together, but there has never been a single moment in my life that he has not been there for whatever it is that I needed. Sure we locked horns, we are cut from the same cloth. But he has never been short on praise, love and the ability to guide me to do whatever has to get done. Suck it up, little girl, you can do anything.

This guy is the king of showing up. He has NEVER used guilt and has always been grateful for what life has had in store for him. His success in business, his great love story with my mom and his undying love and pride in the 3 generations below him, keep this guy fighting the good fight to – as he says – wake up and tell the parts that work to drag around the ones that don’t.

Every day has been a gift. Every phone call ends in the sincerest ‘I love you’. Every road we have walked has been an honor. My gratitude is beyond for the luck I had in being born to my incredible parents.

Happiest of birthdays, Daddio-sir, to the moon and back.

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June 20, 2021 · 9:34 am

Daddio-sir

Daddio-sir. Not sure when I started calling you that, but it just fits!

TheHarvZ. My dad. The first man in my life. And he did it pretty damn gracefully (excluding those teen years that we all know are pretty much temporary insanity). Coining the phrase, ‘doing it the Amy way’, he taught me to navigate the easier roads to travel.

To know my dad is to to know his warmth. His no nonsense, massive love for his family. There is nothing more important to him. And if you marry in, you are his now too. This is evidenced by his famous ‘birthday letters’. He does not buy cards. (I think it may have something to do with the fact that my mom single-handedly supported Hallmark’s stock price for her entire life). The way he expresses emotions so freely is a gift we all cherish. His support and interest in every one of our lives and accomplishments is astounding. And he is the first to dust us off during challenges and failures. There is no better cheerleader.

Harv is a funny guy. He can become wildly aggravated by the inefficiencies of the postal service or the dining room in his place, but never once complained about being locked into his apartment for almost a year during the pandemic.

He has sucked up more things in his lifetime than I can count, and always keeps a smile on his face, a humorous twist and a positive lesson.

There is no greater gift a daughter can have than a dad who remains her champion her entire life. After the loss of my mom, he took on the role of the daily chatter. We never miss a morning, and when I am pressed for time there is never any guilt. Only the greatest support for getting through my day.

A big fat wish I were there with you Happy Fathers Day to my hero.

Love you to the moon, Daddio Sir.

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