It's that curious gap between the holidays and the swirling chaos of robotics season. There's not that much going on. Perhaps its time for a bit of reflection. Specifically on the subject of my father, who died ten years ago this month.
I remember a lecturer in Med School saying "It is a wise man who truly knows his father". Now, as it happens, he was being a bit of a smart aleck at the time. It was a Genetics course and he was alluding to the question of official vs actual paternity, one that vexed many who studied the field in early days. Now, heck, a simple swab will show you the twisty branches of your family tree on both sides clear back to Adam and Eve.
I didn't know it at the time, and maybe he didn't either, but he was quoting Homer from the Odyssey.
But I'm certainly not talking about knowing who my father was in the sense of DNA. No, as I get older, and as I pass the same way posts he did, I wonder if my image of him grows blurrier or clearer?
Obituaries are such terse summations. I have creative offspring, and do expect a better effort. In whatever format exists at that point. Perhaps I'll be in the last generation who will have eloquent obituaries and eulogies. It will just be easier to have AI write them all before too long.
Anyway, bear with me for a few memories of dad in the weeks ahead.
