Bill Zuckert
15 December 1915-23 January 1997
23 January
I cannot even imagine how it can possibly have been six years since I been in the same room as my father. I almost wrote "seen my father's face", though of course I've seen it a hundred times since then.
How do people whose parents aren't actors stand them going away like this? If I didn't have the chance to see my Da on TV every day I don't know how I could have stood it. Whenever I just happen to see him, or my TiVo catches something, it brings me such quiet joy, especially if it's something that I've never seen before.
I appreciate more and more what a really good actor he was, solid and dependable and funny. I aspire to be more like him with every show I do. I wish he could see my work, though of course I know that he does, I mean that I wish that I could see him see my work. He's always there at every show whether I'm thinking about him or not.
It wasn't fair to my mother, the way I was raised, she was always the strict parent, the disciplinarian, while my father got to be the fun one. And I worshipped him. I miss him every day, every minute, I wish more than anything that he would be around when I have children, they would have loved him so much. Sometimes I hear him in myself when I talk to Molly and Bonnie, I talk in his voice, his rhythm, and when they laugh I feel his pleasure.
Come home, Daddy. When are you coming home?
The first Christmas picture, 1965,
and the last Christmas picture, 1996.
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