My last memory of my father is of him surrounded by his family. Wim was in town. My kids were there. Linda was fretting a bit, worried that this was too much for him. He drifted in and out of the conversation, as his energy waxed and waned. Lizzie and I had to leave after a bit, we had a show. Ian said that he told stories, when he could, and enjoyed having his family around him.
I was guaranteed to not live a terribly normal life. My father made sure of it. I didn't go in the direction he would have preferred, but his influence carries through everything I do.
Lizzie and I talk about comedy technique for our act. All of which comes from my father. He talked to her a lot about enunciation, all of which she took to heart. It made our second CD much better than the first.
I will miss him for the rest of my life, but he will live on through so many people. I have a huge family. Hundreds of siblings, some of whom I have never met.
I'm going to be posting various things tomorrow, once I get some more sleep. Things my Father gave me. Parts of my life that I cherish that were gifts from him. There are so many.
Watching the love over the last weeks has been amazing. Thank you everyone.
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, after which it wandered out to various other sites. Feel free to reply where ever you want. I should still see it.