Well we’ve finally cleared out my dad’s apartment and it’s this chair (his favorite recliner) and this silly painting (that my parents have had since I was born) that I will miss the most. Neither fits into my apartment nor my decor but I had to record it ‘on film’ for posterity’s sake. A big thanks to friends who have reminded me of sweet little things that my dad use to do – that I never thought twice about, but entertained many people nonetheless. An example: he use to call me his ‘gorgeous hunk of cheese’ – a name that I think came from a running joke about my mom’s friends referring to Magnum PI as ‘such a hunk’ in the 80s. I’ve run across Valentine’s Day cards and birthday cards with this way of addressing me … and cannot part with them. And in the meanwhile I still imagine him sitting on this chair under the boat scene, watching tv or playing a harmonica for my kids. I feel both relieved to have some of these duties finalized, and saddened that he won’t be there anymore. What a strange thing grief is.