My father served the nation for close to 37 years. While this service earned him a lot many of things — it does come at a price.
Price of a son not knowing his father.
For roughly 16 years of my life I barely understood my father (to both of our faults).
I saw him as someone who showed up during summer holidays and gave a lot of lectures.
Things he was trying to tell me, I just wasn't ready for them.
At 16 years of age life presented me with an opportunity to live with him. Just him and me.
We lived like two men are expected to live. We had 1 mattress- 1 TV and 1 lonely table in a big house.
Not once did we feel like we were missing something.
We lived like broke bachelors, but our conversations were rich.
Rich in temper.
Rich in banter.
Rich in laughter.
Rich in wisdom.
A 16 year of lost teenager found solace in those conversations.
He taught me how to think bigger than one self.
How to observe one self.
He danced the subtle dance of a young mans silent anguish.
He has taught me countless many things.
but most of all he taught me how to be a REALIZED MAN.
