So you have to write when you’re not “inspired.” ... And the weird thing is that six months later, or a year later, you’re going to look back and you’re not going to remember which scenes you wrote when you were inspired and which scenes you wrote because they had to be written.

Mostly, I was left with a sense of emptiness – and deep regret about my own ignorance. By failing to have meaningful conversations with my dad about his grandparents, I’d allowed a vital link to my past to be lost forever. Maybe things could have gone differently...