So I wanted to put someting out in the cyber world for my father.

He was an interesting man. He was born in 1923, he grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio. He had one brother to whom he did not speak for my entire life (31 years) due to some familial issues. He had a daughter from his first marriage with whom he also had no contact for whatever reasons. I'm not sure I'll ever understand that. Nor will I understand many things about my father. He was in intensely private person, not even sharing much of his past with his children. From what I know thus far he was a musician, a college professor, a teacher. Sounds like a very interesting life, but one I will now never have a window into.
He was extremely intelligent, and as such I was always surprised he was a die hard Republican. We had many a disagreement on politics. We used to sing the Archie Bunker theme, I doing the scream-y Edith portion. He used to love that. Before I always thought he wasn't proud of me, of us, but finding a sophomoric teenage poem that I wrote alongside his most cherished belongings proved otherwise. He just had high standards for us, that was all. I do believe he loved us, in his way. He could be controlling and mean spirited, but I think that was his condition. He had been in failing health for a while.
I'm glad he got to see Mason. I'm glad Gage and Maddie will remember him. He is a big reason I am who I am. I will miss matching wits with him, I will miss talking about inane TV trivia with him, I will miss him.