Saturday, January 21, 2006
A Great Man
My father Sam Gray passed along to me a belief in the importance of both intellectual curiosity and hard physical labor. He could contemplate the cosmos in a deeply reverential manner and at the same time interact with others in way that was shockingly irreverent and sarcastic. He raised me from a pup and could improvise a bedtime story on the spot. Although it is true of everyone, with him it seems to really mean something to say that there will never be another one like him. At some point he inhaled a bacteria that laid inside him for a time then proceeded to wreck most of the systems that kept his body alive. He is no longer physically with us but most who knew him will carry along part of who he was for a good long while. Hopefully not the dangerous bacteria part.
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one of my fondest memories from my entire life is sitting above the shed, back when there was a bunch of shit (scrap wood, old tools, etc) up there. I was about 6, so fifteen years ago. I was up there with Dad and asked him to tell me a story. He told me a story about three ducks, named Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and their adventures. The story went on literally for like an hour, and was fantastical in the best way possible. I later found out that they were Disney characters, watched their movies, and was subsequently terribly disappointed that none of the Disney stories were anywhere near as good as Dad's.
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