Limestone, Sand
(Architectural Fragements
of the Cincinnati Art Museum,
Sand from Rockaway Beach)
96 X 30 X 16
2026
"When I got the call, The first thing I wanted to do was call him. I just pulled up
his number and starred at it. No matter how far life carried us across the city, no
matter how much time passed between moments of gathering again, he was
always my home. He was the place I t without question.
One of my earliest memories with him was sitting beside him in a movie
theater watching The Wall at a drive in. I was young, but I remember feeling
trusted. I remember feeling believed in. Even then, he saw more in me than
anyone else did. He believed I could understand things deeply, handle things
fully, rise beyond what the world might expect of me.
He pushed me not just to achieve, but to feel. To stay present. To hold close the
people I love. He fought for decades to be with us, to remain with us, and that
strength is something I will carry forward.
What I remember most is not anything dramatic. It is the quiet. His voice
singing along to old songs, smoke pouring from the ashtray, re burning in the
replace. The warmth of being in the same room. Sitting beside him when
nothing needed to be said. Being near him was enough.
Everything else came second.
And when I look out at all of you now, I see him. I see him in the way you love,
in the stories you carry, in the strength and softness he helped shape in each of
us. We are all carrying pieces of him. His spirit moves through this room,
through our memories, through the way we continue to show"
Father's Eulogy, Written at Rockaway Beach, January 2026
