Why?

Why am I missing my father so much today? I went from talking with my friend Tracey about what an utter putz former WBCN disc jockey Charles Laquidera was/is, to thinking about my father and wishing I knew more about him as a person.

I was seventeen when he died. I was just beginning to realize that he was pretty smart, pretty cool, and a person other than just Daddy.

I never really got a chance to know him, and that bugs the hell out of me.

Cancer is a bitch.

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