1996 FINAL VISIT 30

My final visit to see my Father (Age 30): By the time I was 30, my father had been diagnosed with throat cancer and suffered with it for several years. I ended up making the trip to see him because I was contacted by his half-sister, my only aunt, Miriam Tinguely, who was living in Seattle at the time. She paid my way to visit Felix, because she was concerned that he was dying and she went to see him too (although we did not travel together; I have never traveled to Europe with anyone from my family.)

This visit was to Ibiza, off Spain, where my father had a second home. It was a very painful visit as well. At that time, I had reached my highest weight (222) and he had reached his lowest (he was 6'4" and probably weighed 90 lbs.). It was so awful, I could hardly speak with him (and his wife) the whole time. I was devestated and extremely depressed.
I will look for pictures. I didn't find many, it was an unhappy visit. I took this photo of myself in their bathroom mirror. My head is blinded by the flash. Pretty much represents the trauma of this visit.

My father died six years later, 4/29/02, when I was 36.

This is a picture of a statue by Jean Tinguely that I was able to see during this visit, while I stopped off in Zurich. He was my aunt's father.

My father, shortly before his death.