A Family of Four Men...
WOW... There is so much to tell about this photo. It was taken in Hamilton, Ontario at a cousin's bat mitzvah. Pictured are my late brother Jay, my late partner Charlie, my late father and myself.
My father was at the most depressed time in his life. My mother had just passed away, and the last place he wanted to be was in Hamilton. He was never a good liar or a good bluff man so it is easy to see through the forced smile on his face.
Even though we looked happy, Charlie and I were going through a very difficult time. We had decided to carve a new direction in our relationship ... we realized that we cared for each other very deeply and the love was unconditional, but we were too close and needed our own space.
Finally Jay. This was right before he was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Jay was a rebel who hated shoes and preferred to go barefoot. We insisted he dress up for this occasion ... and this was the result. Notice the docksiders and no socks.
As you probably can surmise, all three of these men had a huge impact on my life, and it is hard to grasp that they left me to fend for myself. Each one of them was taken much too early in life. I miss them very much.