My father died 12 years ago tomorrow (September 25), and the date is always a difficult one for which to gauge the correct response with my mother. Most years she doesn’t want to go out to lunch or dinner to commemorate the date, but it is important to her that the date be remembered. We’ll see how it goes this year.
(This photo of him is probably from his college days. Although there may seem to be some superficial resemblance between us, that’s not particularly true.)



