Fathers and Sons and Books
By Sean Chercover
Father’s Day has me in its crosshairs.
You might naturally think that’s because of my role as a father, but it’s really my role as a son (who is also a father). My dad died on July 3 2010, at the age of 80, having lived a hell of a life.
This will be my third Father’s Day without my dad. I miss him not just on Father’s Day, but every day. Being his son wasn’t always easy and there were some years of emotional estrangement, but we found our way back to each other as adults, before it was too late. My last words to him were, “I love you, Dad,” and his to me were, “I love you, Son.” I sat beside him and held his hand as he exhaled his final breath.
I’m so grateful to have had a father worth missing. Some of my childhood friends had fathers not worth missing. I was one of the very lucky ones.
What does this have to do with books? Everything.