It’s been a year. Dad died on Friday the 13th of June, 2025 in the wee hours of the morning, after succumbing to complications from pulmonary fibrosis aggravated by both colon and prostate cancers. He was an avid reader and antiquarian book collector. He never met anything he didn’t want to collect, but he couldn’t live without books. My brother Ken and I hope heaven has a big library since he couldn’t take any of them with him. Dad’s brother Greg, also a collector but who has more of a book salesman approach to managing the accumulation, is helping sell the books and getting them to “all the right targets,” as Dad so famously desired. A book in the right hands is indeed able to change the world.
Heavenly Tanka
today marks one year
that we haven’t had you here
(are there books up there??)
more important: are there dogs?
most important: Mom is there…..
Common Threads 
Sending you a distant hug today. My father loved books, too. He always had a book and a pencil nearby. It seemed he was always researching something. In his final years, it was astrophysics and he would bore us with his knowledge. One of the biggest things I grieved about him was the loss of his intelligence. I’ve had to work through the feeling that I disappointed him. He never said it, so I’m sure it isn’t true. Oh, the burdens we give ourselves.
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