At Some Level It's Still

Dad Was Synonymous With His Charm And Wit And Grace, And It Was Sort Of The Perfect Way To Go For Him.

Few Men In Their 70s Looked As Good As My Father Did. What Was His Secret? Genes, Maybe, Since He Didn't Exercise Or Diet, And He Kept A Candy Drawer, Drank A Pot Of Black Coffee Every Day, And Read In The Middle Of The Night. Still, He Took Such Joy In Being A Dad - And In Life In General - And His Happiness Showed.

I Fell Completely In Love With Acting. I Guess I Was Bitten.

The Grief Of Losing My Father Has Come In Waves Over The Years, As It Does With Most People. His Love And Devotion As A Father Provided My Closest, Most Intimate Relationship. Dad, And Our Time Together, Is In My Bones. While Reflecting On Him, The Memories Themselves Seem To Boil Down Into Certain 'essences Of Dad.'

I'm Sure There Was Some Part Of His Soul Was Intrinsically Happy, But He Probably Had To Go Through Some Permutations To Really Get That To Blossom. I'm Sure Dad Had His Challenges, But I Think That Joy Was There From The Beginning And He Had To Find A Way To Make His Life Support That And Express That.