Freewheeln' Jake and Summer Pierre

My dad left in the wee hours this morning. We were standing on my dark deserted street, waiting for what would be the cab that would take him to the airport. I said, "All that planning and anticipation and its gone JUST LIKE THAT."

That's how it felt. It was so great and (dare I say it?) MAGICAL. There were moments, like seeing my dad begin to cry when he saw Van Gogh's Starry Night at MoMA, or walking in Central Park, where I thought I AM NEVER GOING TO FORGET THIS AS LONG AS I LIVE. And it was all too quick. There were lots of things we did, like standing on the corner of Jones and Bleecker where Bob Dylan's Freewheeln' Bob Dylan cover was shot, and getting yelled at for trying to take a picture of a Van Gogh paintng at a special exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Or how about all the laughing and sugar eating and good talking we did? It's so rare that he and I get any time together, as he has a young family that keeps him busy, and it's even rarer that family members will come to where I live, that I just wanted to EAT IT ALL UP.

It was over way too soon. And now I am left with that lonely feeling when someone you love leaves. Our home was SO FULL with my dad there, and now that feeling that I am a needle in a haystack of this big city comes over me. Luckily there is of course stuff to be done and my friend Jenny Sue is in town and the weather is beautiful and my dads visit has left me with enough to write a book about. Lots to chew on, to ponder, and to work over, so I won't feel lost for long.