As a starry-eyed boy, Dad knew everything. As a finding-myself teenager, my father suddenly knew less and less. As an arrogantly independent young man, “the old man” knew nothing. As a struggling-to-do-my best father and husband, a grandfather and husband of half a century began to learn, again. As a growing-older old man myself, my dad, my hero, my best friend became the wisest man I have ever known.
Heritage is a gift. Legacy is a burden. Wisdom is a product of both.
Thank you for listening,
A Not Dying Man