My Son Cary's Generation Likely Won't Know

It's Not What Your Parents Give You. It's What You Do With Your Own Stuff.

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?'

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.

I Am My Father's Only Child. The World Knows A Two-dimensional Cary Grant. As Charming A Star And As Remarkable A Gentleman As He Was, He Was Still A More Thoughtful And Loving Father.

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.'