I have always been a believer in honoring and remembering my father on the day he was born rather than the day he died. My father died about 11 and a half years ago from an aggressive brain tumor. Immediately upon his diagnosis 20 months earlier he had brain surgery and was never the same after that. My father was a very accomplished and successful medical doctor and a brilliant man. This morning my mother, brother and I were emailing memories and stories about him; where our lives would be if he was still alive; of course thats impossible to know but it is kind of funny wondering if he would have an iPad or not.
I am not quite sure how you ‘honor’ someone. In the case of my father I think about him often; he and my mother raised me and my personality is pretty much half her and half him. So daily life includes things he taught me, things he might have said off the cuff that I remember and have integrated into my life and thinking and view of the world. I like that so many of his friends and patients still miss him to this day and will reach out to my Mother and let her know how important he was in their lives. Obviously he was more important and made more of an impact on our family.
Today I want to be a celebration of my Father’s life. The good, the bad, the lessons learned, the fun times, the time when he and my Mother visited me in Manhattan and he bought me a VCR because he knew I didn’t earn enough at the time to buy one, his always defending me while at the same time teaching me responsibility, everything that involved him.
I miss him, and always will.
Sidney David Ginsburg, MD June 5, 1936 – January 17, 2002
** The pic is from a wedding in 1980 where both of my parents were probably younger than I am today.