I would love to have an opportunity to have a long dinner with my dad.
He didn’t talk much and was silent and observing most of the time.
When he would talk, everyone would listen attentively, as he was a wise and an objective type of person.
I would ask him about his childhood, about his approach to life and his businesses. He was humble and very focused at the same time. He knew what he wanted to do with his life. And what not. He would go along with my mother to please her, and when the situations wouldn’t turn up right, he very quietly would change course of action.
He was never angry. Frustrated with my mom. A lot. But it seems she was the love of his life, so he went happily, or so we thought, along with her wishes.
I would also ask him what made him happy and what he thought was the secret to a content and grateful life. His definition of success, in life and in business, also.
He enjoyed good conversations, sports (that’s part of his DNA I inherited), and politics. That also is very much alive in me, considering we lived under a dictatorship for a good number of years.
He died at the young age of mid fifties, from lung cancer. Really, it was the radiation and treatments that accelerated his departure from this planet.
I hope that wherever he is, he is finally at peace and content with his place in the Universe.
I love and miss my dad very much.