"I spoke to my dad tonight, which was fantastic. He was clearly happy to hear from us and very excited to see us soon. He mentioned to Tiff about lots of people being there. I think something to me too. I laughed. He laughed. We had a good time. And as easy as this sounds: This is it. This is the meaning of life. (And may iterations.)"
Went to see Dad on Wednesday. It was great. The essential things were:
- we sang songs including Old McDonald, Jingle Bells, The Twelve Days of Christmas, "Chandaloon", and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
- I rubbed his arms and his back until he said "Go easy"
- He seemed at peace
- He was certainly very happy to have us there.
Takeaway ideas for next time:
1. Bring a boombox and CDs.
2. Perform something for him.

I wrote a letter to my dad in December 2001. I never sent it to him.
I returned my Dad's call later that evening...
Not even a full week into this project, I received the first voicemail from my dad in a long time.



Ca. 2001-2002. The body is Part Two in a series of two voicemails my dad left when my parents were visiting me in Hoboken.
Ca. 2001-2002. The body is Part One in a series of two voicemails my dad left when my parents were visiting me in Hoboken.
I graduated from high school in Summer 1996. That fall, the Yankees won their first World Series since 1978; the year I was born. My dad left a message on my answering machine.