Charles Murray Nowell
November 5, 1926 - May 30, 1983
I've talked about my father before. Obviously, because he was my dad and a big influence on my life. It's because of him that I'm a writer. He passed away 26 years ago today. He was 56. As of last month, I'm also 56. I look at his photographs and I try to see us as equals. Technically, we're the same age now. But it's the dad in the photograph of my sister, dad and I below that I most remember. The big guy who seemed so fearless and strong and invincible. He would have done anything for us kids.
It's not Father's Day, but I'd like to honour my old man.
Thanks for giving me life, dad, and for trying your best to do right by me.