Although I look forward to awards season, for me the coming of The Golden Globes is also a reminder of the anniversary of my father’s death. Ten years ago, while I was at home watching the show with my fingers crossed for Lisa Kudrow, my father died in his sleep at 45-years-old. Lisa lost the award and I lost my father.
It’s hard to believe it's been a decade. I can easily break down as I have randomly all week and feel sorry for myself, but I'd rather try and focus on all my great memories of my friend and listen to his favorite songs Under the Boardwalk and Maggie May.
Previous posts in honor of my dad:
Benny and the Jets
That's Amore, The Art of Making Pizza With My Dad