The blog has been silent these last few weeks as I have had to deal with the death of my father. My sister and I found him unexpectedly. This turned into a successive series of events that demanded my time and much grace of the Lord. You can find his on-line obituary here.
My father was not a religious man but in many ways honorable. It was his choice to have me conduct his graveside funeral. At that funeral I gave some areas that my father gave me that shaped my life. Two of them I give below.
- My father taught me to be masculine – to be a man – a leader, to have firm resolve, and a thinker. He taught me by example to be a reader. My father was always reading. Books and newspapers were always by his favorite chair. I am thankful for this example.
- My father taught me to be competitive. My father was a competitive man. Whether it was baseball, football, the game of chess, tennis, or religion, he always wanted to be on top. Although my father changed with his cancer and memory loss, this aspect did not change.
Although flawed as all men are, my father was (and is) deeply loved by his son. His body is no longer on earth. His memory will always abide.