June 1, 2011

Something Wonderful: "Twenty five days before my father died, on my birthday exactly six years ago, he gave me a present.

"Is it bigger than a bread box?", I stare at the package in my hands. In it is my father. The man who invented the Macintosh and misnamed what should be the "typefaces" menu the "fonts" menu. He never forgave himself for his incorrect usage of English. He groomed with exacting use of language and considered that mistake a failure of being young and reckless with semantics. The man who invented click-and-drag was now the man who could hardly keep his gaze focused on his son. The box is, of course, smaller than a bread box. It's a question we always ask. My family smiles out of habit.

You will now want to be reading the rest of My Father's Final Gift

Posted by Vanderleun at June 1, 2011 7:09 PM
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A beautiful story. Thanks for finding it.

Posted by: Uncle Kenny at June 1, 2011 7:56 PM

Brilliant and as sharp as the gift.

Posted by: Jewel at June 1, 2011 8:28 PM

Beautifully told.

Posted by: pdwalker at June 4, 2011 8:23 AM

Appreciate the info.

Posted by: Edward Scaccia at July 9, 2012 11:37 PM