Today is September 9th 2024. I think I came down with COVID for the past week or so but my mom got positive. Who knows if she got it from me. Who knows if I have covid even.
I went to get some tea and climbing the stairs up through the surgical units in the hospital I could hear people yelping in pain.
There were other people telling them to shut up. And as I was climbing the stairs I decided that a main tenet in life - be happy, outrageously happy, when you're not in pain.
I love space, I love all about the Cosmos and the Universe. It doesn't make me feel small. It is no coincidence I worked on Star Wars as a commercial artist. I wasn't merely loitering around the Presidio falling into the Sarlacc pit.
I dreamed to become an astronaut when I was little. I became a painter instead, next best thing.
And the majority of humanity is just asleep.
As I'm going through my emails I would run into emails from Dad.
He would say please call. Love, Dad.
Today I feel him together with me, I cried a little and I remember his love, he always made sure to tell me he loved me.
Dad and step-mom in front of the Yoda statue at Lucasfilm where I worked.
Dad in front of the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco.
