Stories My Father Told Me
My father died in Crystal River, Florida, on April 7, 1999, from a long battle with Parkinsonism. He was just shy of 80. In his eulogy, I called him "the Cary Grant of fathers." He was quite extraordinary - smart, handsome, successful. I adored him as most little girls love dads who remain in their lives and care for them. My father did that though he left us when I was a teenager. Nonetheless, we remained quite close most of his life, and it was me he called at Christmastime 1998. I picked up the phone and he said, Sandy, I've got trouble.What he meant was he had become so disabled that ...