Today marks the first anniversary of the death of my father. He was a great man, one of a dwindling breed of great men who grew up near the turn of the 20th century. During his lifetime, he went from living on a farm in rural south GA when few had cars and none had paved roads to being on the forefront of the computer age. Few men I know had more hardware savvy than my Dad, and the know-how to use it. His computer was the window to his world, and he relished it.
A brilliant man, he embraced life whole-heartedly, even as he aged and battled the weaknesses in his body, his mind always reached for more. His one great fear was losing the ability to think and reason...and expand his knowledge of the universe around him. A forward thinker like no other, he constantly urged those around him to uncork genii and think outside the box. And he would not rest until we did.
So much of who I have evolved into as I have grown and aged has been a direct result of his teaching...my love of the arts...great composers, opera, art, and literature...always literature. For my Dad was a writer...and had the soul of a poet...above all else. And I will miss him terribly...always.
I love you, Daddy. Thank you.
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