My Dad

My Dad once said that “we live our lives ‘til infirmity”. He reached that point in 2003 and passed away in January 2004. He was 89 years old.

Dad was a very wise person; however as a son, I could never admit this fact. All children believe that they are much wiser and better informed than their parents. To do so is human nature.

My Children most likely believe that they know much more than I.

Again, this is human nature. It’s written in our genetic coding. We must rebel against our parents. This is a natural thing. If you agree with your parents you are not normal.

My children rarely ask me for advice. As I rarely asked my Dad for advice. I knew better, as the honest advice that he gave was not the advice that I desired to hear. I gave him lip service and nodded at the appropriate times.

I always respected my Dad, buy rarely agreed with him. He was “Old School”, a fossil! Looking at it objectively, I am now “Old School” and a fossil.

Dad was very opinionated, but I now find myself to be more opinionated than he was. It’s a funny fact that we slowly change into the parents, that we held in disdain, as we age.

It’s a scary thought but I have turned into my Dad! Like it or not. I have.

I am a boring old man with nothing to say of interest to our youth. At least this is what the younger generation will say about me. I prefer to think otherwise.

The Beach Bum