I was there at his funeral last week, and was surprised that all these great qualities were not being highlighted anywhere. There were pictures of his mid twenties and thirties, when he was an actor. There were these stills of his plays being portrayed. The fact that he had won several prizes as 'Best Actor' in the theatres was being talked about. I mean, people were talking about what he did some thirty years ago.
The person, yes, the one who died....was my father. I had never seen him act. The fact that he was a fabolous actor didn't make a difference to me,ever. But, he died an artist it seemed.
In some way I felt that one's ability to perform arts gets hiped a bit too much at times. I guess it's not your talent but your nature that should matter to people. But that doesn't happen.
My final word...my father was a great poet, and perhaps, as they say, an even better actor. For me though, he will be remembered at every moment of my life as the greatest human being I ever met; as a most caring person next to mom; as the person to taught me how to live; and of course....as my dad.
For my father....
"Live on Dad....I'm sure you are watching me"
