My father and I are very different. He wanted me to go to law school, and I ended up moving to New York for a job in public relations – he still says he’s proud of me. He’s watched me take charge of my career — which is where I see our similarities; we’re workaholics.
We share in our love of dogs, the Sopranos, technology, and business. These are the things we talk about on our every-so-often phone calls. He’s there for me when I have a random question about medicine, or about how much I should contribute to my 401K.
We have our disagreements — all too often — and have shared words that I’d like to think we both regret, but at the end of the day, he’s my father . . . and that much will never change. I’m lucky to say that on June 17, 2012 I can wish my dad, his dad, and my mom’s dad a very happy Father’s Day.
