It’s been over 12 years since my father died but I still think of him everyday. He was part of the “great generation” who fought the Nazis in Europe and the Japanese in the Pacific. He was awarded the Bronze Star India. He didn’t die rich but did die honest and left the world a better place. He hated my long hair and beard but was very proud that I held over 30 patents. We didn’t agree on anything when it came to politics but our way around this was simply to not discuss politics and as a result we had a wonderful relationship. I must admit that I was both sad and relived when he died. There are two elements to life – quality and quantity. My father had reached the point where there really was little or no quality so quantity had become a curse rather than a blessing. It’s not always easy to accept this as a loving family member. Yes, I made the decision to “pull the plug” – end life support. One of the most difficult decisions I’ve ever made but the right one.
I still think of him daily after all these years. Happy Father’s Day Dad.