Monday, October 21, 2024

My father

It wasn't until well after my father's passing in 1995 that I fully realized to what extent he had been a kind, decent and brilliant man. Without him I do not learn to think critically and throughout my upbringing he served as both foil and mentor in equal measure. 

This January will mark 30 years since his death and I miss him as much as ever.

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