I Fell Completely In Love With Acting.

At Some Level It's Still Hard For Me To Admit That My Father Died. I Can Talk About It And Around It, But Those Two Words. 'he Died.' What Can That Possibly Mean? That I Won't Get To Hear His Voice Again?

It's Something He Used To Say When He Was Happy. It Could Be A Very, Very Simple Day. We Might Be Sitting Out On The Front Lawn. Dad Loved Classical Music And We Might Be Listening To Some Stravinsky Or Something And Having Some Tea And Eggs. And He'd Say, 'oh, Good Stuff, Isn't It?'

Dad Has, And Had, A Deservedly Glowing Reputation. However, This Belief In 'reputation First' Seems To Have Given Rise To His Fears Of What Might Be Rumored After His Death.

One Of The Myths About Dad Was That He Was Mean. That Simply Wasn't True. I Always Found Him Generous To A Fault But He Wasn't Reckless With His Money, Which Was Rather Rare In Hollywood. He'd Grown Up With Nothing And He Wasn't About To Fritter It All Away.

When It Comes To Father's Day, I Will Remember My Dad For Both Being There To Nurture Me And Also For The Times He Gave Me On My Own To Cultivate My Own Interests And To Nurture My Own Spirit.