He was a man of contradictions: very smart, but not always wise; generous, but also selfish; visionary but also short-sighted...you get the idea. He was in my ways an enigma, the result of a complicated childhood, diverse genetic make-up, and the desires of self-preservation. He caused me a great deal of pain growing up and I never knew the unconditional love of a father, but still, he was mine. And I am, in many ways, him.
Today would have been his 91st birthday had he lived long enough. When I look in the mirror I often see him staring back at me, and when I look at my children I recognize some of his attributes and mannerisms. So he's never far from my thoughts. I wish he had lived longer if only so I could have continued to work on this complicated relationship. But from my side, I still do.