Thinking of my father...
Not all the dads have been perfect, some fell down badly with the dadding thing. But those who didn't dad well still gave us gifts that made us some of the best of who we are. Mine gave me a love of the natural world, an appreciation of science, of travel, of global cuisines, and of word-play. We became better friends late in his life: I wish we'd had more time. I wish I had asked more questions about his life and experiences. Sign in to see full entry.