In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Yarzheit candle still burns, 42 hours now. (And Mom had tried to light it for Opa's and couldn't get it to stay lit at all!)
It's crazy to think back to his sort of non-answer, which I thought nothing of at the time, when asked if he had that submission anywhere. Of course he didn't have it anymore. He walked out to get cigarettes and never came back.
Now I hold it, I think, and a lot more of his writing, in my hands
The Saturday Evening POST, The Curtis Publishing Co. Philadelphia 5, Pa.
For Mr. John Melancon, 37 TenBroeck Street, Albany, New York.
Postmarked FEB14'63, Philadelphia Pa. (Fifteen cents.)
Now it's another day later since i started this entry, and the moon is full, or still full.
Another regular reminder of Dad.
He died in a blue moon month.