My father died just before Christmas. I wasn’t ready to make the announcement to my friends during the holidays, partly because I didn’t want to face it all at once, and partly because sympathy condolences don’t mix well with holiday cheer. But, it’s the new year and now it’s time.
Today I cried for him. I broke down a bit as I was writing this in my notebook at an Indian restaurant, Namaskar, in Koh PhanNgan, Thailand. Best Indian food in Thailand, highly recommended... also they politely ignored me crying into my Chai. Anyway, the point is, now it’s time to look forward in my life, but also, even though I don't feel ready, it's time to look back on his.