A belated letter to Dad for Father’s Day
Because the dead don’t leave forwarding addresses, Dad, I’m not sure where to send this, but I’m writing anyway in celebration of Father’s Day. I’m once again proving your point: I’m relentless if I’m determined to make it happen. So you died a few years ago. So what? That doesn’t mean we no longer have a relationship. Life and death aren’t all that easy. I continue to talk to you in my head, although perhaps less regularly than I did when you first passed away. A dozen years ago, I saw you and heard you on every block in New York City. Every Italian or Jewish ...