It is somehow 25 years today that my father died, which will never make sense, and in a complete coincidence there is an exhibition of his work in The Gallery at SUNY Broome happening now, there will be a reception on October 30th from 5:00-7:00 PM, and I will so be attending.

It will never make sense to me that my father died at all, much less that today marks 25 years since it happened. I don't know that any of it ever makes sense to anyone though or even whether it's supposed to. It what it is, and the grief is always present, even if the experience changes over time. One difference for my family and I, however, is that there is my father's work, the art he created, out in the world, and sometimes, someone decides that they want to put together an exhibit of that work. In a wonderful coincidence, one of those times is now. There is a show of my father's work at The Gallery at SUNY Broome and on October 30th from 5:00-7:00 PM there will be a reception, and I will be there, communing, grieving, and present.