Gradually, she found solace for her grief by talking to his friends, poring over old correspondence, and recording her childhood memories. He was her best friend, her playmate, and her confidant.Īfter his unexpected death at 50, Anne, just 20, was left stunned. Her fun-loving dad would play on the floor with the dogs, had nicknames for everyone in the family, and was apt to put a lampshade on his head and break out in song. To Anne Serling, the imposing figure the public saw hosting The Twilight Zone each week, intoning cautionary observations about fate, chance, and humanity, was not the father she knew. Memory summoned by a certain light, a color, a smell-and I see him again on the porch of our old red lakeside cottage, where I danced on the steps as a child. In Twilight Zone reruns, I search for my father in the man on the screen, but I can't always find him there.
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