10th anniversary and lots of questions

Today, 16 February, is the 10th anniversary of Dad's passing. One of the ironies for me of growing up is that I've got for more questions to ask of my parents now that they're gone. I sure had a lot of child-rearing questions. And some questions about how to live with the aches and pains of growing older. I sure would like to ask my Dad a lot more questions about the stars, not because I think he know that much more, but because I think he had the wisdom of gazing. I'd ask a lot more about WWII, and what it felt like to be fighting against people who spoke your mother-tongue. How did they manage after his father died in 1939? What was his favorite dish that his mother made? Did he ever knock anyone out in the boxing rink? Did he miss cartooning? Did he ever wish he could have gone on to get a degree in engineering? I have a lot more questions now that I could ask him. I wonder if that's typical of growing old after your parents die. I suppose he also had a lot of questions he would have wanted to ask J. George Jr. It's just one of those ironies, that we have so many questions after it's too late. But never mind. That's part of growing up.
Miss you, Dad.

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Elliot MacLeod-Michael said…
I lost my dad about twelve years ago and it's always strange when I think of something I'd like to ask him and realize I can't.
May 8, 2012 at 2:06 PM
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