Anonymous has been this blog's most faithful reader and its most prolific commentator.
Anonymous never failed to point out spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, and punctuation blips. Anonymous often called me while I was at work, knowing I was at work, to tell me about a misplaced comma.
Anonymous thought this blog demonstrated my sense of the ridiculous and my ability to laugh at myself. He was proud of that — mostly, I suspect, because they are qualities I inherited from him.
In the years that I stopped writing, Anonymous would frequently and irritably ask when I would start again. Anonymous had a lot of free time, and he enjoyed spending some of it reading all my nonsense.
Anonymous was the most exasperating, maddening, outrageous, eccentric, generous, egalitarian, sharp-minded, soft-hearted person I have ever had the misfortune to lose.
Anonymous was my father and this is the first time I am writing a post that he will never read.
May the gods we never believed in bless and keep you safely, Dad, until I find you again.
1 comment:
He once commented on my blog pointing out a spelling error, and I was super annoyed at first (mostly the way he did it), but later I thought it was quite funny.
Take care.
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