Today is the 106th anniversary of my father’s birth. As of today he has been dead for as long as he had been alive.
He was a wise, courageous, and virtuous man, a skilled and trusted lawyer, a valued friend, a beloved husband, and a loving father. I have never met a man like him and I never expect to.
Over the years I’ve posted many pictures of him. None of the pictures really capture his essential quality which was his enormous energy, his zest, his enthusiasm. He was nearly always in motion. He was 5’10”, had broad shoulders and a barrel chest. His hair was fine and light, his complexion slightly ruddy, and at the time of his death he was somewhat overweight. I do not know how much of that can be attributed to the pancreatic cancer that killed him.
I strive to be like him but it’s a very high standard and, sadly, I fall short.