It’s been tough going following in my dad’s footsteps so to speak. When you lose a parent you really become an adult. I’ve been dealing with attorneys, insurance & utility companies, homeowners associations, family and newly discovered detritus circling my dad’s existence. I’m getting to know my dad better then ever before. Too much information is not always a good thing.
A two week attempt to clear up his AT&T account, became a trip down a rabbit hole because I could not come up the security question of, “Who was your childhood hero?” left me feeling drained, frustrated but also curious come Friday. Superman, Batman, Shazam!, FDR, Lassie and Amelia Earhart all were answered with, “I’m sorry that’s not correct.”
Finally, after hours of phone calls around the globe, starting and escalating tickets, being transferred to supervisor after supervisor, I was able to crack the code… John Wayne? Really dad? John Wayne was your childhood hero? I thought about the last time I saw him alive when he visited us last year. The way he hugged me I could tell he didn’t want to leave, but he did. And then when I saw him for the last time at the funeral home this summer in Ft. Lauderdale, his world, like mine had changed.