A gift to Dad on his birthday

Today is my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 55 years young.

I say “is” because December 6 will always be my Dad’s birthday; I say “would have been” because he’s not been here to celebrate his birthday with us in five years.

The first birthday he was gone was five months after his car accident. I feared the day almost as badly as I feared the dreaded one-year anniversary.

I took the day off work, I went out with friends to do mindless Christmas shopping, and we took my Dad’s dad out for dinner at the Mandarin, my Dad’s favourite place to binge on Chinese food. We purposely left an empty chair at our table as a painful reminder of his absence.

I remember crying so hard on the way home from the restaurant that I became hysterical and had to pull over. As I was choking and gasping for air through my full-body sobs, I couldn’t stop thinking that it just wasn’t fair.

I felt so sorry for my grandfather, who was out marking his son’s birthday yet his boy wasn’t there to share it with him. I’ll never forget the sadness in his eyes or the hopeless tone of his voice. His only son was gone and he was never coming back – to him, it was a fate worse than death.

Fast forward four years and here I sit at 7 a.m. eating leftover Chinese food and thinking about my Dad. Not much has changed – he’s still gone, but the tears are under control and the cuisine is still inspired by him (although perhaps a poor choice for breakfast).

While each passing year has become more “normal”, I still miss calling him, meeting him for all-you-can-binge Chinese food and having him act surprised and grateful when my three siblings and I would pay for his dinner.

Three years ago, I started writing a book about my Dad’s passing and my subsequent journey. Yesterday, I found the query letter I sent to an agent about it – he asked for an exclusive when the manuscript was finished. I was thrilled someone was interested and started writing every day. I was convinced I would have a draft in 12 weeks.

Today, the manuscript sits at a mere 25,000 words; Dad’s death and my subsequent journey remain largely untold.

I have the support to get it done; Patti Hall is a memoir coach who has been mentoring me and subtly kicking my ass every now and then by way of “why aren’t you writing?” and “use me, I’m here!” messages.

I don’t have an answer as to why it’s not done, other than the fact that it seems daunting to do. A whole book? What if no one cares about my story? What if it never gets published?

Meeting with Patti again this week while she was in town has made me realize the biggest and scariest “what if” is “what if I just didn’t write it at all?”.

No one would know, really, except myself and a handful of others who knew I was writing. But I would know. And I know I would be so disappointed in myself if I didn’t give it a valiant effort.

So, today, on my Dad’s 55th birthday, I’m giving him the promise of a book proposal this year. I will write his story and his choices and our relationship and my journey in the hopes people will be inspired to make the same decisions and different decisions. I will submit it to agents. I will not be disappointed if it doesn’t get picked up.

OK, scratch that last bit – I’ll be disappointed, but even if it doesn’t, I did all that I could. In the meantime, I’m going to finish my chow mien and deep fried shrimp (which, by the way, are not-so-great the next morning) and put together a plan to make this happen.

Happy birthday, Daddy. You’re desperately loved and missed every year.



17 thoughts on “A gift to Dad on his birthday

  1. It will happen my dear. Exactly when it’s meant to! I’m here cheering you on & I’m here to help in any way that I can. So thrilled for you & can’t wait to read more! Write on, love!


  2. Reblogged this on HarsH ReaLiTy and commented:
    That was a touching post and I hope you press forward and write that book! It is obvious you have a story to tell and what better tribute to your father. Best of luck on the writing this coming year! -OM
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  3. A beautiful rememberance of your Dad and sweet of you to take the time to have dinner with your grandfather. Happy Birthday to your father. Enjoy forever, the memories you shared.


  4. I had no idea how much work it would be to write a memoir, how much time it would take. I believe this is true for the process of writing books in general, but it will be worth it. Add me to the list of people cheering you on. I believe your dad is on the top of that list. I believe he is proud of you, proud of every one of those 25,000 words, and proud of the promise that you made. He loves you, forever, no matter what. I’m sure of it.


  5. there is a ted talk on inspiration and ‘your creative genius’ and ‘daemons’ who in the greek tradition held the cards…. so the idea is, you show up at the table to write and just start and it’s somebody else’s problem if no words show up… it was her way of taking the pressure off of self for a daunting work… then the next what if is on the publisher’s table… so take the pressure off of you and just write… i’ve written 3 books, and nobody seems to care, but I DO, why? if not many people read them? because i did MY PART… happy birthday to your Dad.


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