Tuesday, March 24, 2009


A little melancholy today - it would have been my father's 81st birthday today. It's sunny and crisp outside, a beautiful day.

1 comment:

Gwench said...

Hi, it's me Gwendolyn. I don't know if you happened to see my many facebook postings/notes last month on my own father's recent, sudden and unexpected death. He was 75, but his birthday was also march 24! On June 3rd,we made the final decision to turn off the life support. Once we did, he was gone within 1/2 hour.
I remember briefly scanning the post on your dad. I had no idea what was ahead of me. My first fatherless Father's day.
My condolences.

And you art still aides me in the dark times.

Afterthought: Years ago, I was homeless, and my bed-neighbor(Bed 32) in that shelter, was nice enough for the moderately unhinged near zealot that she was, but she was rather fond of me, I suppose because I treated her with respect and dignity, didn't judge her, and would listen to her although she would often(try to) proselytize to me about belief, and I'd let her talk and talk. Anyway, the 1st of every month, she would resnt a hotel room and have a party for 2 or 3 days until her cash was gone, and return back to bed 32. Then one night, she jumped off of the 18th floor. Shortly afterward, I was telling a friend the story, and I said, verbatim "Diana jumped off the 18th floor balcony, SPLAT!"
I didn't mean to say "splat" but that I did made me laugh really loud.

Vive la dark humor!