r.i.p.

On the evening of April 8, 2006 I got a call from my grandma that my dad was in the hospital. Because it was late in the evening, I had to wait until the next morning to catch a flight to Brooklyn, NY. Upon minutes of my arrival at my grandma’s house, we got the call from the hospital that my dad had died.

He and I used to sing this song together, off-key and loudly.

I miss him so much.

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2 thoughts on “r.i.p.

  1. I often wonder about the impact I’m having on my son. And time spent with and away. Saturday he said was his best day cause I let him ride in the front seat. But, he also had to get glasses. Hmmm..

  2. Hi Steve!
    You are on the road a lot, aren’t you? That has to be difficult. My dad and I were super close even though I didn’t live with him most of my life. I imagine that as long as you keep good contact with him and show him your love and affection, he will hold on to that. I bet you are a wonderful dad!

    Now the glasses/front seat thing… maybe you do have problems 😉

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