Tonight’s show left me in tears. I am sorry for the loss of your father, Robert Ferguson. Your tribute to him was beautiful and I’m sure he would have been greatly honored to hear you speak of him so lovingly.
I can only imagine how difficult it was for you to step on stage and share your grief. As you opened the show, you said your heart was broken, and it was quite apparent. You tried to bring laughter to the monologue, and you succeeded. Your heart was there on your sleeve.
His hand on your head as you watched television together and again, 30 some years later in the hospital made me weep. A man of few words, he made his affection for you known in his own way. Fathers can do that like no one else, can’t they?
In the great Celtic tradition, you celebrated the memory of the man who loved you, raised you and your siblings, took care of your mother, and worked hard to do the best he could for your family. As you spoke of your son singing to your father, I thought of how comforting it must have been for your family to have that bit of sunshine warming the room and his heart. “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” in January and a children’s song about how “you can be anything you want to be…” brought a smile to your father’s face as he lay there in pain. Yes, a little bit of sunshine in gray times is just what we need, isn’t it?
Dr. Drew, Amy Yasbeck, and the Wicked Tinkers joined you on stage to pay homage to the man you loved and respected. It was moving on many levels.
The stories were touching and funny. Your heartache was felt by us all.
Again, I’m sorry for your loss. Mere words can’t convey my sympathy for you and your family.
Thank you, Craig.