Comments on: Dad

By: Hana Hammer

Hana Hammer — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 03:37:32 +0000

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.

By: ricky dallanegra

ricky dallanegra — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 21:50:11 +0000

this is like being there with my dad who also died from cancer.i want a copy if it goe;s to paperback.

By: Lisa Skye

Lisa Skye — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 02:38:37 +0000

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

By: Vincent A. Silva

Vincent A. Silva — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 20:25:19 +0000

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.

By: Marianne

Marianne — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 04:40:01 +0000

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

By: Cousin Stacie

Cousin Stacie — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 22:29:48 +0000

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

By: Cousin Pam

Cousin Pam — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 17:01:36 +0000

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

By: Auntie Georgia

Auntie Georgia — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 20:54:11 +0000

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.

By: Kathleen

Kathleen — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 20:45:01 +0000

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!

By: The King

The King — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 19:35:51 +0000

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.