On Jan. 13, 1991 my father died. I was at MacWorld San Francisco and it was the last day of the show, a Sunday, when I got the call. I was living in Los Angeles and my parents were in NYC.
I walked around in shock that day waiting to go home after I booked a flight to NY. That was the worst flight of my life.
His funeral was on the day we attacked Iraq. When we got home we turned on the TV and watched the bombs drop.