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Jewish World Review June 18, 2004 / 29 Sivan, 5764

Tom Purcell

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The Big Guy | I was swapping dad stories with a friend and laughing hard. Then my friend got quiet and said something that hit me hard.

"G-d, I wish dad was still alive."

I'm one the luckiest sons on earth because my dad is healthy, and I pray he stays so for a good long while.

But I wake in the middle of the night sometimes — for a few moments, I don't remember where I am. For a few moments, I don't remember what stage of my life I'm in. Am I 20? 30? 70?

And I worry. I worry about my mother and father. I have dreams about them being ill, hurt or in need of my help. Sometimes I dream that they are gone from me, and my anguish is overwhelming.

But as I come around, I remember that I am 42 — that I'm extraordinarily blessed because everyone in my family is well. I feel like I've just won the lottery. And then I feel agitation that I live so far away — that every day I spend on unimportant tasks is one day less I'll get to spend with my dad.

My sense of time is keen in the middle of the night. It was just a few heartbeats ago when my dad's mother died — 32 years ago, the same January night that Roberto Clemente's plane went down while delivering food to the poor. I was 10 years old then, but it wasn't so long ago at all.

My father's father died in 1937 and I used to think that was an eternity ago. But it wasn't at all. My dad's dad was an accountant for the Mellon family. He also helped Judge Mellon organize the Rolling Rock horse races that fall. It was rainy that week and he had a cold. The cold turned into pneumonia and he died. He died a young man when my dad was three — he died only 25 years before I was born.

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At 42, I'm coming to understand the fleeting nature of time and how it is intent on robbing from me the people I hold most dear. I know now that my dad was once a young man. There was a time he felt he had an eternity before him, and suddenly he's 71. I know now it's just a few blinks in time before I'll be where he is. And I know I'll wake one day just as he does and he will be gone.

Lately I've been overcome by strong feelings of nostalgia for my father. I remember when I was only five years old how the Big Guy would sit in the cool of the cellar on Saturday afternoons. Mr. Bennett, our neighbor, would be there. They'd watch the Pirates while shooting the bull and knocking back Pabst Blue Ribbons. It was my job to go get refills. I'd pop the caps, then lug back the 16. oz returnables. My reward was a sweet sip of the ice cold brew, a taste that still summons from me the security and happiness I knew on those Saturdays.

I remember when the Big Guy would get home from work every night. He worked as much overtime as he could to pay the bills, and when he finally got home, I'd hear the door open and his big foot hit the floor with a boom. He'd go downstairs and pour himself a draft, then seek out my mother and kiss her on the lips.

My dad has no idea what impact he has left on his children, how small gestures and memories evoke such powerful affection and respect. He knows we love him, but has no idea how much. Or how much pain we will know when it is our turn to say, "God, I wish dad was still alive."

But for the moment, I thank my good fortune. For reasons I can't comprehend, G-d keeps blessing my family. The Big Guy is still here and doing well. And all of us are lottery winners.

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