.... Hope all is well.There doesn't seem to be a place for this so I'll put it here. I can't find the original so I have to remember the best I can.
When I was young my father was one of the stupidest people I knew.
He didn't seem to understand me, and on the rare occasions he did talk to me, he didn't make alot of sense. I wondered why such a stupid man even bothered having kids.
As I grew older, he seemed to get smarter. I don't know where he got this new-found knowledge, but some of the things he said actually made sense to me.
As life went on, I really started to notice his increased intellect and wisdom. We would actually have intelligent conversations. What was happening? He didn't read much and wasn't taking any classes that I knew of.
And so the years passsed, and when he died last summer, he was the smartest and wisest man I knew. It was only then that I realized it wasn't he who had changed, it was me. I never got to tell him this story and maybe it doesn't matter because I'm sure he knew. In the end, I hope he knew I knew too. Thanks Dad.
For my father. 1931-2008 You are missed.