phillip toledano. days with my father.

One of Chris’s favorite things to say to me is: “So it’s a long story then?” Because it always is. Because I’m always more long winded than short. Because I rarely have less than a million words for anything I think, see, or feel. But I have no words for this. None. So I’ll use someone else’s: Good Lord, that is beautiful. Very, very beautiful.

Phillip Toledano Days With My Father

Photo (c) Phillip Toledano

Days With My Father
is Phillip Toledano’s evocative photo essay of his 98-year old dad and their struggle with memory loss. But it’s so much more than that too. Five minutes of your today…and it will move you beyond words.

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  • Kristy
    Aug 1, 2009 at 15:32

    I went through this twice after you posted it on FB.
    Just brilliant and so lovely. Thanks.

  • JP Fanshawe
    Aug 5, 2009 at 15:31

    This is why I so like being your acquaintance-you are always acquainting me with things that resonate, that have substance in this media culture of meaninglessness. Thanks…I love how your blog communicates a life being fully lived. I hope mine does the same…

  • Night Writer
    Aug 6, 2009 at 2:14

    I loved this! For some reason, however, my browser (IE) would show the photos but not the full text, cutting off the left hand side of the page. Even in full-screen mode the text ran off the page and couldn’t be slid into view. Three-quarters of a line, half-a line, was all I could make out. God, it was frustrating … and it reminded me of my grandfather, aphasic after his stroke, when all he could get out was half a sentence, leaving you to guess or interpret the rest. It reminded me of my father, weak and tired and barely able to breathe, speaking a minimum of words, trusting to memory and context and a shrug to supply meaning.

    Then, reading the snippets of text again, and remembering how this is an account of struggling with being able to remember. How perfect, then, for meaning to be found outside of syntax! You can’t use your brain, only your eyes and your heart, to feel, not to know, what is meant…and then still being able to understand it!

    Fortunately I was able to see the whole thing later, but I almost wish that it had been a deliberate story-telling technique.

  • stacy
    Aug 7, 2009 at 0:57

    Amazing and beautiful. Had me in tears.

    Aug 18, 2009 at 13:13

    I just thouhgt it was interesting that there was some one out there with my name .I’m buffy wrenn Holt.