My father would have turned 69 last weekend. Sixty nine doesn’t seem that old to me – my grandmother is ninety three and still going strong – but in January, it will be five years since we lost him.
I say we lost him, but do we really lose the people who matter to us? Yes, there are still some days when I want nothing more than to pick up the phone and hear my father’s voice on the other end, but, even five years later, he looms so large in my mind that I feel like he’s still here. My father had Opinions – with a capital O – about what was important in life, and these are some of the things he taught me, that resonate today even more than five years ago, and that guide my thoughts and actions and my own Opinions.
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