This time of year, we reconnect with family. Welcome to
the first annual Samuel B. Garfinkel Memorial Rant.
December 22nd. The day my father died 32 years ago.
I was 18 at the time. It was rough on me, probably a lot rougher on my brother Phil, who was 11. I can't even begin to imagine how hard it was for my suddenly widowed Mom. Dad died of cancer that we'd known about for less than a year.
But as tough as it was for everyone else, it doesn't take away from how hard it was on me. I miss Dad. I never got to know him the way I would have liked to.
And today, three decades later, I see a lot of things in a different light than I did in the months and years that followed that dark December day for me.
So in this rant I'm going to depart from my rigid adherence to copywriting-related topics, and talk a little about my Dad. It's been 32 years and I realize I've never once written about him in public.
You know, if your parents are still alive...