How I wish I could sit and talk to you. It has been some 17 years since we laid you to rest and I miss you more today than the day we buried you. You were a prince of a man and I speak often of you to my sons.
You had many terrific qualities, not the least of which was your most inquisitive mind. Your thirst for understanding and your willingness to question things led you to several inventions and to find many unorthodox solutions to perplexing problems. I remember you telling me one time that to occupy your mind on the mail route you would intentionally ponder ‘out of the box’ solutions for known problems. In particular, that day you said you were trying to come up with multiple different ways to supply power to a rotating warning horn, an odd, but challenging mental exercise. As with most things, you weren’t satisfied that the best answer had been arrived at.
Maybe it was was your minor in philosophy that made you question, or maybe it was because you loved hard questions that you minored in philosophy, but either way you sought truth, no matter where it took you, and that made you very special. I never realized how incredibly special until the last several years. Continue reading “Dear Dad,”