Bill Zuckert

15 December 1915-23 January 1997

23 January

Today is the fourth anniversary of the death of my father, my father whom I loved and love more than anyone in the world. This includes my mother, whom I love very very much, I am not trying to say that I don't love my mother or I am ambivalent about her or anything, but I was Daddy's girl.

I still miss him every day, every minute, it never changes and I never expect it to. It's not in the front of my mind all of the time or anything, but it's always there. Like I always am breathing oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide--it's not something that I have to concentrate on or thing about, it's just natural.

My father thought I was perfect. My mother thinks I'm great, but she sees my faults and tries to help me to correct them. My father, though, if he saw anything about me that he would change, never let me know, and he made me want to live up to his vision of me, the version of me that I saw in his eyes.

He was perfect in my eyes as well, though intellectually I know his faults, I never saw them when I looked at him. And he was the kind of man that everybody genuinely liked. Mom says that when she goes places where they knew him, they still tell her how much they miss him, and what a good, kind, funny man he was, and she is so pleased when they do, she is so glad that people remember him so strongly.

He didn't live to see me stop smoking, which really would have pleased him. I think he really would have gotten a kick out of my hair. There's a joke I've been telling lately that I know that he would have loved and told himself. And he would have been so proud of my movie, he really would have enjoyed it.

I am so happy that I got to have my father all the way until I was 31 years old, alot of people weren't so lucky, but o how I wish that I could have had just a little bit longer. Even a day, even an hour.

I miss you, Daddy. I wish you would come home.

Here are a selection of his headshots taken from over the years, I scanned them while I was at home. I wish that I had had time to scan some family pictures, not to mention the headshot that I am in, I think I was five or six, but maybe next year.

The first Christmas picture, 1965,
and the last Christmas picture, 1996.

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