That seems like an unbelievable number on so many fronts. First, because he remains thoughtful, articulate, vital, and incisive and I know so many people, far younger than he who have disengaged with life. Second, because that means I am not too many months away from 52. And third, for the sheer amount of life he has crammed into those years.
|Me and my Dad, 2013-ish|
|A Brooklyn boy goes to war.|
- Do your best
"If your job is digging ditches, dig the best damn ditch you can."
- Treat others with integrity
Even now, at age 92 and living in an apartment in a life-care/assisted living community, he treats everyone around him, from fellow residents, to health care staff, to janitors and personal care attendants with respect and I've seen him tell off other elderly residents when they don't do the same.
- Understand the value of work
My father taught me three financial guidelines as a child that I will never forget:
- Save first
- If you can't afford it today, wait until you can
I am grateful - so very grateful - for the years I have had with this incredible man. As his health declines, I know that each visit is precious, each day a gift. He lives too far away for me to see him as often as I'd like and today I will call him, sing "Happy Birthday" and tell him how much I love him.- To quickly find your own value for something, translate the price tag into the number of hours you had to work for what you want to buy.
Happy Birthday, Dad. I wish I could be there with you today.