Sunday, July 10, 2011

Things My Father Taught Me

On the last Saturday in February, my sister Rebecca and I were talking about life lessons we'd learned from our father.  It was a joking conversation, because Dad had never really been a lesson-doling-out kind of guy.  I think that Rebecca and I distilled it down to two essential truths: Always tip well, and don't waste time watching movies made by Michael Bay.  We laughed and shook our heads, rolling our eyes at the silly man we call Dad.
 
This photo was taken the day Rebecca
got her bachelor's degree
A month later, that conversation came back to haunt us in a powerful and tragic way.  Because at the end of March, Dad passed away. It still feels weird to type those words, as if I were writing a first-person account of someone else's life.  His death was completely unexpected: he just went to sleep one night and didn't wake up.  He was sixty-three years old, which is much too young to have shuffled off his mortal coil.

Since his passing I have wanted to write about him, but it's been too difficult (just writing the last two paragraphs has taken me about twelve weeks).  After all, how can you sum up a person in a few words?  You can't, of course.  You can't even sum up a person in a million words.  And so, recalling that lighthearted February conversation, I've tried to set my mind to really identifying some of the many things I've learned from my father.  Here are a few that I'd like to share:


The perfectionist at work.
 A job well done is a satisfaction all its own.  My father was a projectionist (he ran movies). He started in that field around 1970, and he stayed with it all his life.  It was a very cool job: when I was a kid we could almost always get into movies for free, and he often got to run preview screenings so he would know what movies were worth watching before everyone else. Everyone who worked with my dad knew what a perfectionist he was.  He wanted every show to be flawless: clear picture, perfectly-balanced sound.  He did his job right because in his mind, that was the only way to do it.  He took a lot of satisfaction from doing his job well.

Generosity is its own reward.  Or I could just as easily have said: a generous man will never know want.  I've never met a person who was more free and generous with his possessions than my father.  He always had spare change for people on the street.  A friend needed a car to drive to Texas after his mother passed away, and Dad loaned it to him.  Although he was never even close to wealthy, and he was in his fifties before he bought his first home or his first new car, my father always seemed to have what needed to be comfortable.


Dad and me, circa 1977.

Knowledge is more valuable than rubies.  Dad was the first person in his family to go to college.  He moved from a small Indiana town to attend the University of Virginia on scholarship.  He spoke five languages.  He knew everything, and I mean everything.  He could answer questions on every subject (well, except opera and sports - he was never really "up" on those!).  And he never stopped learning, never stopped studying.  Everything fascinated him. 
 
Laughter is life. Dad had the greatest sense of humor. He loved to laugh.  Because of him I became an early fan of the Marx Brothers, Monty Python, the Firesign Theatre (I could go on).  Regardless of anything, we could always laugh together.
 
Dad, a.k.a. Clarence Crews. 
Loved and missed every day.
Dad was more than just "Dad" to me.  He was a friend, a buddy.  We would have long conversations about books and movies and philosophy and all sorts of random topics.  He laid the artistic groundwork on which I built my novels; he helped lay the moral and humanitiarian groundwork on which I've built my life; he inspired me in ways that I haven't even discovered yet.  I grieve the loss of my father, but more than that: I miss my friend.

So what do we do, when a friend departs?  We close down shop for them: tie up the loose ends, close the accounts, send out the notices.  We cry and remember and try to think about how lucky we were to have had them in our lives, instead of how unfortunate we are to have lost them.  This blog is part of that process, as are the subsequent blogs which I'll write.  I don't know when I'll write them or what they'll be about, but I will write.  Because that's what I do.  And to those of you who are reading this: thanks for letting me do it.  Thank you for listening.

13 comments:

  1. Misha, this was absolutely beautiful. I know how hard it was to write, having written a similar blog after my own dad died last year. I'm glad to have gotten to know a bit about your dad, through your words. You honor him.

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  2. What I know is this: your Dad was a Good Dad who had two wonderful, loving, smart daughters that he was very proud of. I am so sorry he was taken from you & Rebecca so soon. May his light shine down on you always!
    Wendy

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  3. Hi Misha, it's Mare. This is so beautiful and your words and photos really capture your dad's essence! I always loved how approachable he was and how interested in what people were up to, and sharing himself so freely with those around him. Thanks for writing this, it helps us all to move forward in our own ways. Much love and hugs to you! Mare

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  4. Your pain comes through clearly, but it is filtered with your wonderful uplifting spirit of hope and love.

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  5. Beautiful post, filled with passion and caring and joyful memotires.

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  6. I loved typos: that word should be "memories"

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  7. Thank you all for your kind and heartfelt words. This was a very difficult blog to write and it helps to know that it's conveyed a little bit of who Dad was (and is) to those of us who love him.

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  8. Misha - what a beautiful post. You drew a touching picture of the kind and gentle man that was your father and your friend. While I only met him a few times, I found him easy to talk to and get to know. I'll miss him as well.

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  9. A lovely tribute to your father, Misha! Thank you for sharing it.

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  10. Carlene Love FloresJuly 18, 2011 at 9:18 AM

    Dear Misha,
    Just wanted to say it was a very nice and brave thing you did, to share the things your dad taught you with us. Thank you.

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  11. Misha - A beautiful tribute for a wonderful dad. Thanks for sharing him with us.

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  12. Misha, thank you for sharing your father's journey with us. I've lost both parents, but your words reminded me how I felt the first couple of years after their departure. It's never going to be real for as long as you live, but it will be less painful, not never painless. I love your memories of your father and could feel the abiding love you held for him and he for you. This is a wonderful blog, thank you for sharing

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  13. Misha, I know this must have been so very hard to do. I just want you to know you did it so well. I didn't know your father, but your words made me see him so clear. Thank you so much for introducing me to a wonderful man. My deepest condolences to you for your loss.

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