Aftermath

The past week has been a brutal one.

All over the country, as families gathered to celebrate Thanksgiving, ours gathered at my father's bedside one last time. His death was both sudden and protracted, as cruel a conclusion as one could possibly imagine to a life so kind and gentle.

I am quite certain that the full force of his death has not yet struck me and that the blows will come unexpectedly, at odd intervals over the coming weeks and months.

I am also sure that I will not get over the heartbreaking irony that after taking 20 years to "find my voice" and finally call myself a writer, my first published words turned out to be those of his obituary.

From today's New York Times:

ROSEN—Herbert, November 23, 2007, age 81. Herb was a family man first and last: loving husband to Barbara for 43 years; doting father to Jody and Jennifer; adoring grandfather to Lille and Haley; proud father-in-law to Zachary and Nick; faithful brother to Irwin and Mel; loyal brother-in-law; cherished uncle; caring cousin; devoted son. He felt privileged to serve his country in World War II as a Radioman 3rd Class aboard the U.S.S. William J. Pattison. Herb was a co-founder and past president of Marlboro Jewish Center, Marlboro, NJ, and a stalwart of the paper industry for four decades. Throughout his life, he was an honorable businessman, a dedicated mentor, and above all, a steadfast friend. Those who knew him will remember and celebrate his warmth, optimism, perseverance, and generous heart. A memorial service will be held Sunday, December 2, at 2:30pm, at Riverside Memorial Chapel, 180 West 76th St. Donations in his name may be made to the 92nd Street Y, his home away from home.