When I am thinking of different words to describe my father,
I think: either he was a paradox, or a true renaissance man.
My father was a man of steel, yet I have seen him cry.
I have listened to him laugh out-loud at cartoons, or the funny papers.
He was easy going, and he had an Irish temper.
He was a private man, yet everyone knew him.
He enjoyed telling stories, gardening, fishing, cooking, reading recipe books, and eating.
He enjoyed talking with people and getting to know them. And, learning from them, too.
He seemed to know a little bit about everything.
He was fascinated about the weather, science, animals, or birds.
It did not matter. He was a sponge.
Ultimately, he could "hold his own" in those conversations.
When I began to think of the values he instilled in me, three examples come quickly to mind.
I think: either he was a paradox, or a true renaissance man.
My father was a man of steel, yet I have seen him cry.
I have listened to him laugh out-loud at cartoons, or the funny papers.
He was easy going, and he had an Irish temper.
He was a private man, yet everyone knew him.
He enjoyed telling stories, gardening, fishing, cooking, reading recipe books, and eating.
He enjoyed talking with people and getting to know them. And, learning from them, too.
He seemed to know a little bit about everything.
He was fascinated about the weather, science, animals, or birds.
It did not matter. He was a sponge.
Ultimately, he could "hold his own" in those conversations.
When I began to think of the values he instilled in me, three examples come quickly to mind.
