Friday, July 18, 2008

47. St. Louis

Date: July 18, 1991
Age: 14


I am in the middle of a very boring meeting. Harvey keeps trying to make me laugh. Also, it's very hot here--about 102 degrees. Tonight they have some organized joy set up for us.
Love, Dad

This is my second postcard of the St. Louis arch, but not the same exact photograph. And really, what else would you send from St. Louis?

Harvey was my father's best friend for years. He died a few years back, and my dad is still angry about it--angry towards his deceased friend. Harvey had lymphoma, and knew he had an enlarged lymph node for nearly a year before He had it checked out.

He lived for nearly ten years after his cancer diagnosis, and in fact I think he actually died of a heart attack, though brought on because his body had been severely weakened by the cancer. My dad is convince Harvey would still be alive today had he not put off seeing a doctor all those years ago.

My mom liked Harvey, too, but his friendship was something she lost in the divorce. Not that anything bad went down between them--friendships just ultimately get divided and reassigned when a breakup happens. When I heard my dad's voicemail on Christmas Day a few years back saying he had died, and told her, and she cried.

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