Friday, February 25, 2011
20 Years Without Dad
Today marks 20 years since my Dad passed on. Felled by a heart attack at 54, in the dead of winter, it was a shock to all who loved him. I remember the heavy snowstorm as we buried him, and how Andres looked like a Paraguayan ice elf as he stood shivering in his yarmulke.
I remember the incongruity of all the excitement on TV as the US took Kuwait City that day, winning the Gulf War.
It took years to absorb Dad's absence...
He never lived to see the internet, gay marriage, celexa, and many, many other milestones, surprises, and delights. He never lived to see his troubled baby boy (picture above) become a successful, mature happily-partnered, widely-traveled individual..
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