Friday, December 12, 2008

Five Years Ago



Five years ago today, my dad slipped out from his big, broken-down body. I am not sure where he went. Though I have a feeling he was still in the room with me, somewhere, palpably, for at least a couple hours after he was declared no longer of this earth. I don't dream about him frequently, but when I do, we are always eating dinner and having a lovely time. I think that's his way of checking in.

If he were around, he would have seen the terrible play I wrote about girls and their dads in 2005. He would have said goodbye -- and "It's about time" -- as I left the Northwest for Los Angeles to seek a bigger universe. He would have fielded tearful calls as my threepeat with Marc imploded, yet again. He would come visit my new home, which reminds me so much of our New York apartment, the place where I grew up. Most of all, I hope he would have been proud of the person I have become, am becoming, will be.

Dad, if you are in a place where you can read this, know that I miss you terribly and that I love you dearly.

2 comments:

Charlie said...

Ness,
I always think of you around this time because when I turned 30, five years ago today, I came home from my weekend-long birthday celebration to the news about Pat.

He is missed. And you are loved.
love,
c

Knitting Architect said...

Hey Lady,

It was sooo great to be with you in Port Townsend. Seeing your dad's picture brings back floods of Paradise Bay memories. Except for a few parental interventions, I seem to recall being feral children in that wooded blackberried, neighborhood.

Love ya, T