This appeared in the Toronto Star as my column on Father’s Day, 2007.
Bittersweet.
That lovely word perfectly evokes the wrenching but strangely joyful emotion that floods my heart when I think of my dear late dad: a complex, colourful man riddled with contradictions.
When asked by me some years ago why our nutty nuclear family always celebrated Christmas, my mother gave the usual explanation for her and my late dad’s often bizarre parenting decisions: “Well dear, we did it for you,” meaning me and my two younger brothers Eric and Jonny.
