Karen Jacobsen: Remembering a father lost at sea
When the phone rang in my home on March 23, 2008, I thought it must be my dad calling to wish me a happy Easter. Instead it was my stepbrother, Scott. I didn’t hear much after he said, “Dad’s ship went down.” I found myself fatherless and surrounded by reporters who wanted to know what happened to the ship, how many were on board and what led my dad to the West Coast in the first place. I was just 9 in 1973 when my mother, my little brother, Carl, and I drove my dad, Eric Peter Jacobsen, to Logan Airport and said goodbye. We didn’t see him for three years. He left for Seattle to work with his father on fishing boats. >click to read<19:50
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