Some people are putting pictures of their fathers out on Facebook saying “I love you Dad.” So many! I wanted to say Happy Father’s Day to my Dad too.
He has been gone for many, many years. He died when I was about ten, walking in the street, with me… Only me.
From that time, I think about him almost every day. Nothing is perfect in this world. Also, nothing is permanent. Our life is extended from one eternity to another, and it’s so important to make the best of it. I think my Dad did it.
He graduated from Law School when he was 22. He was just a kid at that time. It was so hard to make your way in the Soviet Union, especially as an intellectual. He made it. Although I knew him for such a short period of time, he influenced me immensely. I often think what would have happened with me if he had lived longer. How would he have influenced me in my whole life?
Once in a while, in the quiet, I ask him “Dad, did I do it right? Dad, can you hear me?” and I am creating an answer… by myself. Would his answer be the same, or not? I don’t know. But once I found a paper that announced his lecture “Society and Personality, based on Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina.” Isn’t it what I am doing as a life coach and leadership trainer, trying to help others find their spot in this huge world?
I was amazed. I couldn’t believe it. I was too little to talk with my Dad about such ideas back then when he was still alive and I was still a child. Would we talk about such notions later? I do not know, but I can see that we are still talking and probably he would appreciate what I do now. Thank you, Dad.
As a matter of fact, my former classmate wrote my biography for me. Currently it is on Amazon near my book Love is Never Past Tense, part of it devoted to my Dad. We were neighbours, and she still remembers him.
I still remember the snowflakes falling on us when we were sledding together. I still remember how he made me drink milk so I’d have strong teeth. Thanks Dad! I have great teeth! I still remember my hand in his when he was escorting me to school when I was in my first grades.
Thank you Dad for these memories. I hope you know that I am thinking of you.