(* or any male of influence growing up.)
I can’t count the number of times my father’s words hover over me, even though he’s been gone since 2005. He was the king of platitudes – constantly quoting (and making us recite) the works of Dale Carnegie, or Norman Vincent Peale.
“Mind over matter,” he’d say tapping his temple. “It’s all up here.”
I wonder if Dad knows how much he’s influenced me? Does he look down from Heaven and smile at my rumination, or is he still present – a spirit over my shoulder whispering these notions into my ear?
“Winners never quit and quitters never win!” has been lingering lately to lift me out of my doldrums.
Funny thing is, most of what my father used to say was more annoying than inspirational while he was alive. Ours was a love/ hate relationship. I guess that is one of life’s tragic ironies: we really don’t appreciate what we have till it’s gone.
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