weird.
August 20, 2014
i was talking to my assistant today about a former student of ours who visited yesterday and told me that his dad has ALS and is dying. i said, “that’s about how old i was when my dad got sick and died. it’s tough.”
then we sort of moved on and did whatever else we needed to do…but just now, i was sitting here, picturing that young, young boy, just twenty-two years old and thinking that that was me, twenty-odd years ago.
wow.
no wonder losing my dad fucked me up so much–i was just a baby. i shouldn’t be so hard on myself that it’s still hard. it’s always hard, and every death brings back all the others.