Dad Somewhat Enjoyed Being Called Gay. He

One Of The Myths About Dad Was That He Was Mean. That Simply Wasn't True. I Always Found Him Generous To A Fault But He Wasn't Reckless With His Money, Which Was Rather Rare In Hollywood. He'd Grown Up With Nothing And He Wasn't About To Fritter It All Away.

My Son Cary's Generation Likely Won't Know Who My Father Was, But It's Something Nice For Him That His Grandfather Was An Icon. I Had One Chance To Pass Along That Name.

At Some Level It's Still Hard For Me To Admit That My Father Died. I Can Talk About It And Around It, But Those Two Words. 'he Died.' What Can That Possibly Mean? That I Won't Get To Hear His Voice Again?

The Grief Of Losing My Father Has Come In Waves Over The Years, As It Does With Most People. His Love And Devotion As A Father Provided My Closest, Most Intimate Relationship. Dad, And Our Time Together, Is In My Bones. While Reflecting On Him, The Memories Themselves Seem To Boil Down Into Certain 'essences Of Dad.'

It's Not What Your Parents Give You. It's What You Do With Your Own Stuff.