Sunday, January 3, 2010
my father wrote this letter to God, November 2006
We were in Dr. Scarmeas's (his Alzheimer's doctor) waiting room, and I was grading papers. Since my father used to love writing words, rhyming words, and playing with language, I asked him if he wanted to write something. "Sure," he said.
I handed him a tablet and pen. He asked what he should do. "Anything you want," I said.
He wrote for a while. When he finished writing, my father tucked these pages into the tablet.
I asked what he'd written and if I could read it. He said, "It's a letter." "It's to God," he said and handed over the pages.
I guess the visit to the synagogue the day before this day gave him something to think about. He said he wouldn't give the letter to a rabbi, though - he didn't think a rabbi had a direct line to God.
I told him I'd save the letter.
My father said "Sure" when I asked if I could show the letter to the doctor and to the resident who was sitting in on the appointment. So I'm taking the liberty of showing it here.
I asked about the closing: "A. Zever. " He smiled and said, "As ever."