It has been a while since I have posted for a very specific reason. On February 7th, 2006 my father died from an apparent massive heart attack. He was 62 years old, and it was a tremendous shock to me and my family to say the very least.
The reason that I mention this on my political web log is that my father was a strong guiding spirit in my political upbringing as I suppose most fathers are with their sons. Believe it or not, when I was a young boy and in fourth grade, I thought my disposition matched that of Republicans, and claimed myself as such while walking in a hall with a friend.
I'd say by about sixth or seventh grade, my views were seriously being shaped and my interest furthered by my dad's interest in current events. I thought him quite smart for offering me this analogy when talking about the then new Strategic Defense Initiative (Star Wars): say there are two people with handguns at the ready, cocked and loaded. If one fires, then the other immediately knows it and can pull their trigger before being wounded, assuring both of drastic injury. Now, one person puts on a bullet proof vest. What is the other person going to do?
(In passing, it should be noted that the SDI program is still being funded, and still not at all close to having what could be considered success)
We had conversations on economics, defense, Social Security, candidates (I don't believe he was a big fan of Senator Kerry, but I do recall him saying he wouldn't mind voting for Al Gore in 2000), and just recently the Medicare part D prescription drug coverage plan. I once asked him if he ever considered running for public office of some kind or another, and he shook that off with a "nah," but I believe we would have made a very intelligent public servant who actually lived by principles. But beyond what I would have wished for him, he was truly a wonderful man who cared deeply about our world and all of us in it. Well, maybe he didn't deeply care for some of those in the current Administration, but I think only 39% of America truly does now anyway.
I mentioned the following at his memorial service before his new friends in his chosen town of retirement. It went something like, "I know that my dad is in heaven, because he must have stopped by the golf God's desk and made sure that everyone had three really nice days to play golf, but on this the day of his memorial service, he had it rain so as not to give anyone an excuse to go out and play 9 holes." It went something like that, and it gave a couple folks a chuckle, but I bet Dad would have gotten a kick out of it.
He was such a good friend to me that I really don't know when or how I'll move along without him, but I do feel it was right to mention this, and let anyone and everyone know that I loved my dad.
Still do, too.