A Short Tribute Film For My Father, Barry Farber, On The Anniversary Of His Death
My father Barry died one year ago today, May 6, 2020.
There’s so much I could say but I can’t seem to begin. This past year I became like a tree, mostly silent, mostly immobilized.
Everything changed, in 2020. The way a gigantic tidal wave does, or a storm that tears up trees from the roots.
I lost my best friend, and my father (also in a sense my best friend,) my childhood home, my city, (New York) and then my country.
(I believe we are now a Globalist Vassal State, and glad my America-loving father is not here to see it.)
And above all, ABOVE ALL, we lost our most basic human freedoms, to be together, to do business, to go places, to shake hands, hug, travel, dance, eat dinner, dream, visit our loved ones, even in the hospital, bury our dead, have weddings—-how could we lose all this?
This film is my way to bring back my funny father, a little bit.
I hope you like it.