Author Tom Clancy has died at 66. And with him went the chance for more extraordinary adventures with my father.
One of the things my father and I had in common was a love of Tom Clancy novels. We would share them and talk about them and dream of sequels. I loved hearing them in audiobook format.
Whenever I hear Tom Clancy’s name, I think of my father. Clancy wove stories which were so mesmerizing and believable that both my father and I were transported into our own amazing adventures, living a life as partners in imagination. Going places together we never would otherwise, experiencing moments impossible in real life because of schedules, money, reality.. Yet Clancy’s imagination became our imagination.
Thank you Tom Clancy for submarines and secret agents and tundra and codes and ammunition and covert operations and helicopters and rabbits and tigers and dragons. And for giving me something more in common with my father.