Why am I dedicating an entire blog to my father? Why not? He was one of the most interesting people I've ever met - which might have spoiled me for other personalities. He led an interesting life, at least in his early years, and had a way of making mundane things sound hilarious.
He was more of a storyteller than a writer. I urged him to write, whether it was a few notes resembling a memoir, even a fictionalized version of his life. Something to hold on to. He didn't care to, and that was that.
When he died, five years ago now, I had to balance genuine mourning with holding on to the past. I made some hard decisions regarding which of his belongings to keep. Of course I kept an album my aunt had made, full of pictures of him growing up, some schoolwork, and letters home from the service. I avoiding talking about him on my main blog, because I try not to be too personal there. And I won't be here either. I have friends and family I could talk to for that.
Here I will relate memories, mostly the fun ones. I hope to think my sense of humor was inherited from him, and I hope some of it will come through here.