This post has two reasons why. One, I needed to reappropriate this blog. Two, I needed to write about this.
Seven days ago, after Thanksgiving dinner, I received a phone call from home that I wish I had never received. Life has the immense power of changing forever in a matter of seconds. Mine did.
My dad died last Friday. His heart broke. With his, mine broke too.
He was the sweetest and most dedicated man. He was kind. He was honest. He was respectful. I owe him everything and he taught me everything that matters. I’m thankful I was blessed with the best father. I’m sorry he won’t be able to be there in all the important moments that will come, but he’ll always be with me.
I’m in Rome now. I came to say goodbye. I’ll be back to NYC in about a month.
Home is different without him. But it’s still home, his home. I can never feel like an alien here. Still, the Christmas lights in downtown Rome make me sad.
It’ll be ok.