William Gates Jr.: 1948-2009

I have been scarce lately online, and there’s a reason. Some visitors to my blogs know this, but it bears some repeating for those who don’t: my father passed away not too long ago after a brave fight with cancer, and of course, frivolous things like writing have not been at the forefront of my life.

My father was a true hero to me, throughout my life, and I only hope that he knows it now, because I never really told him enough while he was around. I did get to tell him that he had influenced me, that his amazing sense of duty and honor had snuck into my Challenger Storm character, but I regret not telling him further how I wished (and still wish) that I could live my life like he did. My dad made a difference, both in his job as a highly-decorated police detective but also in his private-life outside of law enforcement. Even after he retired he strove to help others at any cost, from giving first-aid when he was the first person to come across a horrible car-accident to when he found a tiny lizard struggling in a spider web and spent an hour with tweezers pulling every last strand of webbing off of it. He was a man in every way: tough, resilient, logical, honorable… he was all things I wish I could be. He was also the kind of guy who would talk to anybody… ANYBODY. I used to be embarrassed by this, but now I understand it and I miss it.

I miss him.

He’s gone now, leaving a hole in my life that will never be filled in. Leaving memories that I cherish, both good and not so good. He had problems with alcohol, but never became a mean drunk, just a very silly drunk. He and I didn’t get along well while I was growing up… but even then we shared little things: he took me to my first comic conventions, and he read “The More Than Complete Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” despite not being a big reader, just because he saw how much fun I had while reading it. Wonderfully, we magically became so much closer in the last few years, and for that I’m more grateful than I could ever discuss in words.

Anyway, life goes on, and I’m “back” on the web. There’s some great stories about my dad that I planned on telling here, but I don’t think I will. I cherish every single memory of my father, and those stories will be just mine and his alone.

Besides, I’m sure that if he was still around, he’d have rather have told you about them himself, no matter who you are.

Published in: on August 24, 2009 at 9:10 am  Leave a Comment