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Thoughts on my Father
I've been absent from my blog since the Romance Writers of America convention at the end of July. The conference, as always, was amazing. I have some lovely pictures I will post and stories I will share in the upcoming weeks.
A few days after the conference, however, I found out my Dad was going to
be transferred from the hospital, where he'd gone for a simple procedure, to hospice, for end-of-life care. I called him while on the bus from NYC to NH and he asked, "Are you writing?"
At the hospital, I pinned the 2012 Golden Heart finalist firebird pin to his pillow and explained
how the finalists had connected to the firebird imagery of transformation and rebirth. I knew he'd
understand--he was an artist and musician who, when I was 5, lost three
fingers on his right hand in an accident. Determined not to lose the things that brought him joy, he taught himself to
play the piano and paint again.
During his brief time at hospice, my mother, my sisters, my brother-in-law and his partner, my nephews and my niece were joined at his bedside by a steady stream of family and friends. When the time came for him to go, he was surrounded by the love he created. We celebrated his life in a memorial held in his beloved back-yard, and butterflies danced around the tent as people told stories about the ways he inspired them.
My Dad is the source of my love of history and story-telling and my infatuation with
romance as a genre. No, he didn't read romance...but he did celebrate romance
everywhere he could find it--in movies, art, novels, musical theater as
well as in the lives of those around him. He loved a good love story.
My answer to his question "Are you writing?" was "Not at the moment, but I will." And, now that the memorial is over and the many changes that must come have been put into motion, I know it's time to give a different answer.
Yes, Dad, I'm writing. I'll keep writing. Because love really is the most important thing in this life.
Posted by Wendy La Capra on 9/13/2012 05:24:00 PM 5 comments
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