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Posted on November 14, 2008
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what an incredible look at life through the writers eyes.
i am left with so much to ponder.
thank you Scott for sharing this with the world.
love,
Nance
A profoundly human story. I think we can all relate to dealing with family and parents, the struggles and strife that it entails, but when it all comes down to it, there still remains a deep bond. I am looking forward to Part 2. Having been the opinionated, difficult child, I can relate to Part I.
Scott Tejerian is an amazing writer. Keep it coming.
Wow, what an amazing story. It could represent so many of our fathers, mine included. I was blessed to know your father in a different way. We meet so many people in our lives and there are few that leave a mark like he did on my life. I laughed at the stories of tapping his glass eye with any sharp object he could find to get a stir out of people. And he always had a story or lame joke to tell. He was my neighbor and friend, and to this day I still turn the corner of our cul de sac and expect to see him sitting in the yard in his white collared shirt, bandana, and Indiana Jones style hat. Hmmmm…..I can’t wait for part two.
As a Father of a writer I am always interested to read what other sons write about their fathers. We fathers are a touchy group. We remember the little league games and various outings we spent time with our sons. In our minds we did a good job. Better than our fathers had done. It is always a shock to realize our sons don’t agree. As for this essay I found it very readable. It flowed along the river of memory.
Riveting! I was really stuck by the honestly and the refusal to sugar coat past experiences just because of illness or death. My stepfather’s death (the only father I know) inspired me to write from a place of absolute truth. Kudos to Scott! Thank you for sharing a very difficult experience with us. I can’t wait for the second installment!
We all have our differences in life with family and friends as we are all truly individuals and don’t usually agree with one another. Tom loved to tell jokes and would often laugh at himself. He would marvel at the beauty of nature and was generous with complimenting others. I will always remember how he told me to not be unhappy or sad when he said the melonoma had spread to the liver and everything would be okay. We miss him and know it will be especially difficult during the Holidays when our family is all together.
I know you loved your Dad so very much as he loved you and are writing your story from the heart. I know there is much more–beautifully written.
Scott, your story is well written. I don’t know why it still shocks me that life isn’t always what we think it is. I hope writing and sharing this story with us provides you with peace and helps you understand the love between you and your father (which seemed obvious to the extended family). I look forward to part two.
Love,
Pam
Hi Scott,
I had no idea you were such a terrific writer!! Thank you for sharing this. I can’t wait to read the next chapters.
Love,
Stacie
WOW Scott,
powerful stuff. I am totally impresssed with your writing. I am also saddened by the story, as I know all to familiarly how it is to loose a strong powerful man in your life, your dad. Can’t wait to read part 2. Thank you for sharing your most intimate thoughts with the world. I loved your dad too.
with my love,
Marianne
Scott, thanks for sharing your thoughts and feelings. As you know I too have lost love ones and can relate to your story. Your words open another door to dealing with it at a comfortable level. Tom is a great man who always welcomed me like a member of the family no matter how long it had been since I last saw him. I thank him for that and for your story.
Wow. I can relate.
In the years before my father died on Valentine’s Day 2004, he often referred to his “elevated expectations” as something he finally had come to realize weren’t all that important. Meticulously alphabetized record albums, a perfectly organized garage and all the weeding, sodding, mulching, planting, tiling, painting and caulking in the world couldn’t compare to what had finally come to give him a sense of fulfillment … spending time with loved ones (my brother, me and his friends) before it was time to move on.
I’m looking forward to reading Part Two.
Thanks so much for sharing this Scott!
With love,
Lisa
this is like being there with my dad who also died from cancer.i want a copy if it goe;s to paperback.
Scott–
I enjoyed your story–your voice is authentic and strong. This is your response to your feelings told from a place of personal truth and that is an empowering and loving gift to yourself, your family and friends.
Do you ever write poetry?
You might begin a new poem with any number of your carefully wrought lines–one that touched me most somehow was:
Gone was half of the window that shined a light into my soul.
I love you — thanks for sharing this with us.
h.