Friday, October 19, 2007
My dad, to whom I dedicated my first novel, would have been 80 today. He died more than five years ago and never knew that I'd been offered a contract for my books.
It's amazing how often I think about him. For three or four years after he died, I thought about him every single day. Often it was something my son did that I wished my dad could have been there to see. My son remembers Pop Pop Forbes a little bit, but not in any great detail. I find that sad, but at least there's some memory. My father adored Alex, and I know he was bothered by his poor health and inability to really play with him.
I still think about him often, though perhaps not every day. It's amazing how much I still miss him.
I apologize for the two recent downbeat posts, but that's just how it is at the moment. I'll try to be more cheery next time.
Happy birthday, Dad. I love you and wish you were still around.