Hi all,
My father died a couple weeks ago. He died peacefully at the UVM Medical Center in Burlington. My mother and sister and I spent six days and nights with him, the last 4.5 in comfort care. It was quiet. We had a room we could all camp out in together. The death was a surprise but not a shock.
I’m putting out this announcement because work on the show is going slowly at the moment. Also because the show is very personal and it would seem odd not to tell you all.
My father was a brilliant, curious, funny man of enormous integrity. He taught me that everyone is an expert in their own life, and knows something you’d be better for if you knew it too. He was my first teacher in interviewing. He was also a terrible eavesdropper in restaurants.
Thanks for your patience everyone,
Erica
Erica, For several years your voice has engaged me in interesting conversations where I am a silent lurker. I don’t know you in real life. But, please allow me to offer my condolences for your loss. It is very hard to wrap your head around the death of a parent. I flatter myself in imagining that you read some of the biographic things I sent around the time you were doing Writing for Recovery. I mention that to qualify the following: your dad stuck around. From the obituary it sounds like he did much, much more than that but many of us never saw the bare minimum that a child ought to expect from a parent. I imagine that your son got to know him, too, which sounds like it would have been a marvelous thing. It appears that you chose your father well. 😉 Best of luck while you maintain the warmth of his memory.
Rip
Of course I remember your stories! I appreciate all your listening and all our conversations online. Thank you so much for these kind words about my dad.