The Scotto Grotto (org)

You’d have liked my father. He was a sweet guy. He died when I was eighteen, but when I was a little kid we used to sit together and I’d read my comic books to him. I don’t think he cared much about the silly stuff in comics — but he loved me and took pleasure in my reading aloud to him. I miss my dad.

If you have a moment, if your heart is big enough to spare a moment, give a nod and a smile for all the good ones who spent their lives making great art and small art and even entertainment. When they’re gone, there’s only one way to tell them you miss them… Send them a moment of kind thought right now. The beam will pick it up and carry it across the stars to them where they wait. I’ve been sending good wishes to the ones I miss all evening. Now it’s your turn.