1 year

One year ago today I got the call from my brother that my dad had died. Today, I don't feel sad but I'm sure thinking of the old man. When I went through my dad's stuff, I found the following quote that he had printed off and saved, and then later copied into his journal. I like it.

"So died a man both great and good, who, like all the erring human race, mingled some defects with his virtues; yet they were with him so open and natural that they enable us the better to feel the reality of his excellences, as part of a character that is set before us in all its merely human proportions, and claims no ideal perfection"

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