About My Dad
I'm gonna write about the death of my dad a bit. I'd already said a few words at his wake, but I thought it'd be nice to record some of those thoughts in a more permanent way.
He and I always had a complicated relationship: I'd see so many tendencies within him that I'd had to either fight back, restrain, or modulate in some way for myself, and I couldn't help but feel that his life served mostly as a cautionary tale for me. Nevertheless, it is humbling to reflect on just how much I owe to him.
The memories I highlight of my father all share a common theme: fun. So many events in my life were brightened by my dad's sense of joy and exploration: he made music fun; he made learning about the world fun; he made childhood fun. These recollections serve as just a few examples.