Abstract:
Wadih Haddad passed away in 1978 when my father was 14. I had originally planned to write that history, but instead it gradually became obvious that the topic at hand was my own search for the man I never met but was named after. I was gathering facts and stories from family and online depictions of him but I also started to make comparisons and found myself tempting fate. This train of thought turned into an essay, a discussion over how I came to know aspects of my grandfather, and in turn expanded my understanding of my relationship with my father.