Today marks the first month since my father’s passing. I wish I could say that it’s gotten easier to endure, but I try not to lie to you.
No memory exists in a vacuum, unaffected by others. The things you do in life affect the perception of others. Good and bad deeds aren’t taken in perfect isolation. Gandhi did some bad things and Hitler did some good ones, but how those things affect the overall legacy is a tapestry we cannot see the threads of from far away. We can only look at the whole of the woven pattern.
What will our legacy be? The shadow of my father’s passes over everything I do, see, touch. It gives me pause to think about the future.