I’m sure you’re having a great time behind the Pearly Gates. You always were a people person. Everyone loved you, you could make anyone laugh, and you had this knack for making a complete stranger feel like he’d known you his whole life.
I really love this old picture of us that I used to kick of the blog post. I think it sums up our relationship perfectly. I’ve got my legs crossed like you, I want to be close to you, and I’m copying your unique fashion sense.
Most importantly, though, I’m wearing a football helmet indoors, and you’re totally cool with it. I was an odd kid, but you never tried to change me. You just let me be me.
Even when others were trying to convince me that there was no future in writing, you encouraged me to chase my dream. Thank you for refusing to get behind the plan that I study Accounting in college since I was good at Math!
Speaking of my writing, you were definitely on my mind when I was creating my TV series. Even though college was one of the happiest times of my life, it was also very sad because that was when I lost you.
When I wrote about your succumbing to cancer, I completely lost it. I cried like a baby when I wrote that scene in the Season Finale, and I cried again every time I had to read it while editing the script.
I’m sorry that I had such a painful memory to call upon in my writing, but I coldn’t possibly write about that time in my life without addressing it.
Dad, I have some important decisions to make about my life, and I really wish you were here to advise me. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I don’t try to have a conversation with you.
Luckily, you haven’t held up your end of those chats. Because if you did, then I’d have to admit that I’ve finally lost it!
I do, however, try to imagine what your advice would be. You were always so level headed, and never seemed under stress. I wish I had inherited that gift from you because my stress levels are always through the roof.
Luckily, I did get your sense of humor and work ethic. Those have both served me well over the years. Since I seem to have a gift for pissing off people, it’s a true blessing that I can make them laugh and forget that they are upset with me.
Father’s Day is always difficult. I wish you were here, but at least we get to spend some time together in my writing. Obviously, you will be on my mind all day.
I love you, Dad. Thanks for finding a way to always be here for me…
PS — Our Yankees are having a great season!