There are certain people you could write books about.
Certain people who bring out stories inside you. They fill you with words and hopes and dreams. They inspire and awe you. They fill you to the brim.
My father is one of those people. He is a person worthy of a novel.
So to try to encapsulate him in a blog post seems frivolous. I need more than 800 words to describe the man who taught me about life and the way I want to live it. You can’t sum up your father in a blog post. You can’t describe a parent in an essay. Especially mine. Continue reading