Fresh Air is the title of a Sunday morning radio program as well as what we've experienced on our balcony lately. This past Sunday the host of the program, a Japanese-Canadian woman called Mary Ito, invited her listeners to send tributes to fathers that she could read on air, to help celebrate the Sunday designated as Father's Day. David sent her a short piece he wrote about my formative influence on him, that she said she would read,but although David and others, including I, listened to as much of her program as we could, none of us heard it. I will copy and paste it into this post:
While I was growing up, my father’s formative influence was through carefully chosen books. The many hours he spent reading Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings to my sister and me left me with a vivid image of small ordinary people saving the world with dogged determination, more important than kings and warriors. Looking back, and ahead, I think his example is more important than the books. He was committed to his work as a public health teacher in a way that has sustained him and served the public good. Last year my mother, fit and hardy into her eighties, was diagnosed with ALS and has declined rapidly. Watching my aging father take care of his lifetime companion is touching and inspiring. For the first time, I can imagine getting old myself, and hope that I can approach it with the same dignity and determination as my parents. That’s the thing about fathers—always there ahead of you, and as important at the end as the beginning.
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