Yesterday marked what would have been my father’s 96th birthday. Although gifts never mattered much to him, I’m certain he would have been overjoyed to hear that the little Matthew he cherished has now become a father himself.
One of my fondest recollections is of my father strolling leisurely around the house, enveloping his grandchildren in warm embraces as if they were rare jewels or delicate trophies. I was captivated watching him, as it exposed a facet of my father’s personality that I had never known existed.
Around 8 o’clock last night, everything finally clicked into place, and it all made perfect sense.