I am not sure I have ever really understood the importance of my father in my life. And I certainly can not express to any significant degree the thoughts I have recently had on this topic in my limited time here tonight. I can say a couple things, however, that do hold some meaning I had not previously recognized.
1. My father is part of the reason I literally exist as I do. Not just for his influential example, the shelter his labor provided for my family, or the genetics he lent me as one of his progeny. A choice he made jointly, with my mother, to literally snatch me from the ante-mortal realm and claim me as one of their own... a choice has made all the difference in this soul's life, forming the foundations of my character, forged into something eternal, enduring, and unique. A debt I can never repay in the slightest despite my greatest efforts to do so.
2. My father is definitely mortal. A lineage I have inherited, which I hope to become worthy of. I have always known these days would come, when we become the spectators to the foibles of man's corruptibility, but have turned a blind eye to far too much for far too long. I must not remain the irresponsible slave to doubt and light-heartedness. Life is far too precious.
Not knowing the outcome of this week's expected trials I am inclined to pass along a bit of a sad note. My normally optimistic feeling for things has taken a bit of it's edge off... for I am nothing short of vulnerable. I do have a calm assurance that if he should he close this chapter of his life soon that he is in good hands. Something I am literally eternally grateful for. Who could ever be glad for such a fine friend and father's passing?
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