Dad, i.m.

My dad, James Leddy, died six years ago today. He’d have been ninety-three this year.

Elaine and I just watched the (terrific) movie Career Girls (dir. Mike Leigh, 1997), in which two college flatmates, both now thirty, reunite after six years apart. Six years might feel like an eternity for someone who’s thirty. These days it feels like no time at all.

Here’s what I wrote after my dad died.