The messiness of a parent/child relationship is in direct proportion to its depth. I envy not only your interconnectedness with your father but the gloriousness of your description. Both are awesome. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you. Know you are loved; consider yourself hugged.
I am late to the party, since you wrote this some nine months ago. But the piece really touched me, since I am a father midway through the fourth quarter. It was so clear in the article how much you loved your Dad....how much you appreciated the quirkiness of your Dad's life, how he lived it on his terms.
What a wonderful thing, a daughter writing about her Dad's life....what made her Dad her Dad.
Joel was an incorrigible optimist even when all was lost. A sock-less, banjo playing New Haven-loving man who, in my opinion, did not receive his due from the community he so loved. An elitist to many, a signature on a paycheck to others, I’ll alway remember him singing “What a Wonderful World” as he played his banjo on stage at the Palace. I think he truly believed every word of it.
I love this not-an-obituary. And with my loving it goes the hope that someday someone will be able to be as loving and succinct with one for me. I feel like I knew him, I might not have understood him, but he wouldn't have cared. And because of that I like him. Consider yourself hugged.
August, you’ve written a beautiful, compelling “not an obituary” for your Dad. Reading it, I got to know him and you. Thank you. I am very sorry for your huge loss. Be kind to yourself.
Dear August, thank you for sharing this beautifull not-an-obituary with the world. I wish you all the time and comfort for grieving and living. Wish I could give you a hug.
This js an obituary of the best kind, August ❤️
The messiness of a parent/child relationship is in direct proportion to its depth. I envy not only your interconnectedness with your father but the gloriousness of your description. Both are awesome. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you. Know you are loved; consider yourself hugged.
Its a lovely portait painting too
I am late to the party, since you wrote this some nine months ago. But the piece really touched me, since I am a father midway through the fourth quarter. It was so clear in the article how much you loved your Dad....how much you appreciated the quirkiness of your Dad's life, how he lived it on his terms.
What a wonderful thing, a daughter writing about her Dad's life....what made her Dad her Dad.
Joel was an incorrigible optimist even when all was lost. A sock-less, banjo playing New Haven-loving man who, in my opinion, did not receive his due from the community he so loved. An elitist to many, a signature on a paycheck to others, I’ll alway remember him singing “What a Wonderful World” as he played his banjo on stage at the Palace. I think he truly believed every word of it.
<3 Feel you I lost my Dad recently and he was inspirational in a different kind of way. Like Homer Simpson if he read books.
❤️❤️
I love this not-an-obituary. And with my loving it goes the hope that someday someone will be able to be as loving and succinct with one for me. I feel like I knew him, I might not have understood him, but he wouldn't have cared. And because of that I like him. Consider yourself hugged.
This is beautiful <3
August, you’ve written a beautiful, compelling “not an obituary” for your Dad. Reading it, I got to know him and you. Thank you. I am very sorry for your huge loss. Be kind to yourself.
Such a beautiful piece. A full life well lived. Condolences to you.
Dear August, thank you for sharing this beautifull not-an-obituary with the world. I wish you all the time and comfort for grieving and living. Wish I could give you a hug.
It's so admirable when somebody grabs life by the collar and force it to follow you, no matter what.
(Sorry for your loss)
this is beautiful, and makes me want to cry, and makes me want to live. so sorry for your loss
A perfect obituary. Sorry for your loss.
really beautiful piece