I got the finalized version of Desperate on Saturday.
I looked at it, smelled it, took a picture of me with it, and then leafed through it. I read through the acknowledgements, and then “oh my goodness I didn’t thank my dad!”
So today, I give you the acknowledgement that was supposed to be in Desperate:
Robert Clark, dad, thank you for always making me feel loved; there has never been a minute of my life where I felt unloved by you. You have always hung the moon in my world, and you are my hero. From the the nights of reading The Babysitters Club, to the tears in your eyes when I’d fly to see my mom, Christmas nights where we’d eat wings and watch James Bond, nightly, “sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite, I love you and I’ll see you in the morning“, to “Clean up your room” notes (which always cracked me up!), long hugs, a 20th Players birthday surprise, flaming pink flamingos when I was sick, beer boxes full of candy, Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl, sweedish fish in the ears, Madonna and microphone at the dealership, gentleness, flame shoes…
The best memories of my childhood come from you. I pray my children feel and know the love I have for them as deeply as the way I felt it from you.
I love you dad. Thank you for giving me the security of love. In the words of Bette, you are the wind beneath my wings.
P.S. Happy Birthday.
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