Remembering My Dad, in His Own Words
Father's Day 2017. My father passed away eleven years ago, but it still seems much more recent than that. I was struggling to come up with an appropriate way to summarize my memories of him, which is frustrating because there are so many aspects I'd want to capture.
And then I remembered the closing chapter to the autobiography to the memoir he wrote for my siblings and me ("The Little Round Man Who Goes Boom"). I printed out the chapter for everyone who attended his end-of-life celebration in May 2006. I hadn't looked at it since that time. Looking at it now with the benefit of more than a decade to put my thoughts and feelings into perspective, I find it astonishing that a man who sometimes seemed so well-defended and sure of himself was able to see his strengths and weaknesses so clearly, and to laugh at himself and his foibles. [My friends will see a lot of him in me,...