ehowton ◾ ◾ A Very Supernatural Christmas

October 13, 1943 - December 19, 2016
We had, this past November, what most people probably consider a stereotypical Family Thanksgiving. We had the leaf in the table, the giant turkey, homemade pumpkin pies, fancy beer and wine, and a seven course meal. With my new lens, I finally got some fantastic portraits of Dad, and some excellent, excellent shots of Dad and the kids together. We went to the theater (something he enjoyed doing every time he came down) and watched Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them on the big screen. He enjoyed watching Hello Dolly with his grandson in high-def late at night the next day, and he got to share one of his all time favorite movies with Dorian, Les Misérables, again in high-definition, with the subwoofer thunderously announcing each musical number. God we had fun.

And we talked, often. Every other day or so since I got back stateside from overseas deployment. We never left anything unsaid, nor took offense at one another, and could share our sometimes very different opinions with one another openly and without repercussion. We never harbored hidden agendas or attempted to gain the advantage over each other, rather sought to fully understand the other's perspective. Often we would call one another just to ask the actor we'd forgotten in a movie, or an ingredient in an upcoming recipe we wanted to make. And my son shares the same love for filmscore my father passed on to me.

I miss the shit out of him already, but am relieved beyond words that I have no regrets, no guilt, and had no missed opportunities to tell him how much I loved him and how much I appreciated him. Everything that is happening now is exactly the kind of thing I would be sharing with him, were I able. He passed away quickly and quietly in his easy chair Monday night.

Dorian and I will be spending Christmas in a hotel in Decatur, TX, just like Sam and Dean Winchester.