Honestly, when my phone rang and I saw that it was a publicist of mine I assumed that it was about the haves and have nots.
Then, when he asked if it would be okay to share the photos we took that day I gave it serious thought.
After several moments I decided that it would be okay to share that particular very personal moment with the press.
Now, having seen the photographs computer screen, I’m just not sure.
That moment… or rather those moments capyture a lifetime of love, affection, frustration, and ultimately, grief.
I’m glad that they are there because I desire for people to witness the value of a father in their lives.
If you are fortunate enough to have your parents or even one of them still around, I urge you 2 spend time with them, return their phone calls, tell them you love them.
I appreciate your outpouring of sentiment about my dad. It is true… There is indeed a hole in New York where my father used to be.
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