Remembering Ed Anzur, one year later
This picture may look a bit like Don Draper and the little girl who plays his daughter on “Mad Men,” but it’s actually me and my dad, Ed Anzur, who passed away a year ago this month. Ed was my first and biggest fan, as you can tell by the way he is paying rapt attention to whatever it is I am announcing in the picture. As I have written before, he was a big factor in my life as a journalist. He never met a stranger and always managed to find out where you were from or where you went to high school.
Ironically, I moved back to California from Florida to help support my mom after Ed became bedridden. When he died peacefully in his bed last year, I was hundreds of miles away, out of town with my husband and son, getting ready for a day of skiing in Mammoth. It wasn’t much of a ski trip, unless you count weeping and worrying about how my mom was doing back in LA with a dead body, four dogs and sheriff’s deputies in her house. I was so distracted that I hit a twig on a steep, icy slope and nearly pulled a Natasha Richardson. But one morning the three of us gathered on the top of Mammoth Mountain and realized that Ed was in a better place.