Father’s Day is upon us. My dad passed away recently and of course my thoughts turn to him today.
He had a certain style and flair, even in his last act. He passed away on April 19 at 89 years old. On the first day of my new job in Prague. In the midst of the volcanic eruptions. Imagine the challenge of getting to Canada in time for his funeral when only 750,000 of my closest friends were stranded too. Thankfully, I made it.
He was a man of profound gifts and talents. Certainly one of the smartest people I’ve ever known. That’s saying something given my 24 years in high tech surrounded by smart, highly educated people. He’d recite formulas and theorems for his grandchildren, a couple of whom were educated as engineers. They were surely stunned that he remembered the stuff they were trying so hard to learn in college.
He had a clear, tuneful voice and probably could have been an accomplished performer had he put his mind to it.
He was an athlete, though I’m not sure he ever fancied himself as one. Just a few years ago, he laced up his old hockey skates, which were the consistency of golf glove leather. Soft. No support. He stepped on the ice and proceeded to glide the length of the rink with a couple of strides. Amazing.
He learned golf at the age of 40 and became better than 95% of those who play the game. Most people who play that well start very young when it’s much easier to learn.
His career took him around the world many times over, and he knew a lot about a lot of cultures and places.
For all of these gifts, he was human too. I sometimes think that the smartest amongst us have a hard time enduring the rest of us. He didn’t suffer fools. I wouldn’t want to be on the other side of an argument with him at work, just as I didn’t at home.
Age made my father wiser and mellower. And it’s the latter part of his life I most want to emulate.
May we all be so gifted, and learn the humility to match.
Happy Father’s Day.

3 generations: my parents, my son and me
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