Dad was synonymous with his charm and wit and grace, and it was sort of the perfect way to go for him.

Dad somewhat enjoyed being called gay. He said it made women want to prove the assertion wrong.

I remember going on carriage rides with Dad when we'd visit. I think quiet L.A. suited him better, but he loved to see shows here, he loved to visit his friends in the Hamptons.

The grief of losing my father has come in waves over the years, as it does with most people. His love and devotion as a father provided my closest, most intimate relationship. Dad, and our time together, is in my bones. While reflecting on him, the memories themselves seem to boil down into certain 'essences of Dad.'

Shoot for the moon. If you miss, shoot again.

Cary Benjamin sleeps dreamily on my stomach as we're both bonding and recuperating. He's phenomenal.

It's not what your parents give you. It's what you do with your own stuff.