Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Goodbye

This weekend the three of us headed up north to Sonoma, to Dash's aunt & uncle, Cheryl & Doron's, house to gather with some of our closest friends and family and say goodbye to my dad. It wasn't a memorial. It was a party. It was raucous and full of all the foods he loved and booze he imbibed. We all held each other up as we laughed and cried at our memories of him and talked about how our lives were shaped by him. We sat around a fire and sang old songs badly and at the top of our lungs. It was exactly the farewell he deserved, and the kind of party he would have been proud to throw his own self.

Untitled
Uncle Doron & my dad's friend, Misha, with two countem TWO types of caviar.

Untitled
Dash kinda almost tried one.

Untitled
Timothy & Kate & shots of vodka, as it should be.

Untitled
You know you're at a Russian party when you're rocking assorted smoked & salted fish & people are actually eating them.

Untitled
Also, FOUR types of oysters. Is it weird how much I'm focusing on the food?

Untitled
Cured mmmmeats.

Untitled
Josh ate oysters.

Untitled
Dash pretended to eat oysters.

Untitled
Aunty & Tio & Nacho came up and helped keep me steady.

Untitled
And then we started singing.

1c11aa56053911e2b23022000a1cbb39_7
Accompanied by Dash on the flute, obvs.

98112a4e052c11e29a6522000a1d034e_7
Then, marshmallows, elegantly consumed. 

My dad was an atheist to the end. But I'm not, and the idea that I may never see him again makes me want to start setting houses on fire, so I'll say this to the old man: See you in the sky. Thank you for the beautiful life and the perfect memories. Thank you for the laughter and lessons. Thank you for loving me the best. I love you the best, too.

1 comment:

Victoria said...

Beautiful!