Thanks - dad had a great, long life - saw and played with grandkids - I am filled with nothing but great memories - the odd tear every now and then when I remember conversations or look back at my kids and see his character in them, but I'm grateful and blessed. The haunting feeling always happens first thing in the morning or late at night - I returned to the gym this week and did my 10 rounds of skipping just like dad always said - surreal.
I'll not kid you, the hurt never goes away. It just fades a bit. You learn to deal with it. But it gets better. At first you mourn, then you grieve. Then finally, truly accept. It takes time, and it's perfectly okay to shed tears. If you wanna talk, hit me up on pm.
I've met quite a few people that met Dempsey at his restaurant through the years or at a few boxing related award shows and all said he was pretty much a gentleman .. keep in mind that especially at his restaurant he was working .. his position as a greeter brought the people in so he was pretty much on best behavior all the time as it was a how he earned his money .. probably what he stayed in NY .. however I met a few of the staff that worked in the building that housed his restaurant and they said he was always a good guy to them , bring them food or having the kitchen send it out to them ...
Very sorry for the loss of your father. Was it COVID if you don't mind my asking? I lost my uncle to it last November. Very terrible disease.
Dad was a captain in Biafra, lived with war wounds (shot in the back and sides of his stomach with bullet fragments still too close to the spine to operate) ever since - diabetes and pneumonia - we got more life out of him than was expected. I'm not supposed to even be here. COVID isn't nice at all but dad died in his house with mum by his side - in the end he was just tired and had done his service to the community.
Remarkable you're still posting here at this age mate! Don't look anything near that age in your profile pic!
My grandfather, born in 1909, met Dempsey sometime in the early 1930's, in Oregon, if I recall correctly. He only told me the story once, and it was a very casual meeting. I don't remember the circumstances, but he said Jack was friendly and shook his hand. I think they met through a mutual friend. Unfortunately, I can't ask him for details.