Your mom and I had a quiet conversation at your dad’s funeral where she told me that she held the hand of the woman who was with your dad as he slipped away, comforting her. So like the dear person I knew, your mom. I’d think of that mulling whether I’d be as kind. But then again as she told me, their relationship was over long ago and she was more able to see your dad without the cloud of marriage, some clarity there.
The other thing that I’ve thought about when I think of your dad is your eulogy. Of course it was loving, made me cry as I recall. But your closing has stuck with me all these years; you said you regretted that your dad never read anything you wrote. I still can’t imagine. He missed one of the greatest joys of being a parent, and that is relishing your child’s accomplishments. Well, know this, I’ve read all of your chap books, and your recently published memoir. He missed a lot. XO
Your mom and I had a quiet conversation at your dad’s funeral where she told me that she held the hand of the woman who was with your dad as he slipped away, comforting her. So like the dear person I knew, your mom. I’d think of that mulling whether I’d be as kind. But then again as she told me, their relationship was over long ago and she was more able to see your dad without the cloud of marriage, some clarity there.
The other thing that I’ve thought about when I think of your dad is your eulogy. Of course it was loving, made me cry as I recall. But your closing has stuck with me all these years; you said you regretted that your dad never read anything you wrote. I still can’t imagine. He missed one of the greatest joys of being a parent, and that is relishing your child’s accomplishments. Well, know this, I’ve read all of your chap books, and your recently published memoir. He missed a lot. XO
Oh, wow. I am so moved by this. Thank you so much for your constant love and support—for mom and for me. ❤️