Renee’s Dad died about 6 years ago. His funeral was in Akron, Ohio, where he was born and raised. My husband and I attended the funeral because I loved Renee’s Dad and because I wanted to be there for Renee.
My own Dad died when I was just 18. Renee’s Dad reminded me of mine. They were both from small cities in the midwest. Both light-skinned African-American men from working class families that went to college and moved into the middle class. Both a mix of both white and black cultures. Both down to earth and good-humored. Renee shared her Dad with me and I’m grateful for that.
Artsy Wanderer 