I’m truly at a loss for words but this past Thursday my father passed away in his home, presumably of a heart attack. He just turned 72. If you knew my dad then you know what an honorable man and father he was- the best in the world, truly. @sarah_grise wrote me the most beautiful email telling me about how she will always remember the time he helped us set up our apartment and hung up shelves for her when we lived together in Gramercy and how much that meant to her (Super man, as she called him). His friends have texted me telling me how he never said no to anyone asking for a favor and was always the most fun to be around. It’s the little things about a person that makes them who they are- that’s what you miss the most. I’m devastated beyond belief that my father was taken from me so soon. I truly believed that the universe wouldn’t do that to me after losing my little sister to opioids just three short years ago, but this is what life has handed me and I’m going to do my best to live my best life possible, which is what my dad has always wanted for me. I will miss our almost daily text conversations, our FaceTimes, our Thanksgiving in LA bonding time, Christmas with him, his advice on exercise and eating healthy, and all his stories about him and his best friends. He loved his friends almost as much as he loved Melissa and me. He knew most of them since he was in elementary and high school and their camping, kayaking, and adventures together made his short 72 years the best they could possibly be. I will always be grateful to have had a dad who loved to LIVE his life- I like to think I got a bit of that from him and hope one day to pass that joie de vivre on to my own children.
I will miss him forever, as will so many other people 💚