The Greatest Man I Never Knew
There was a song some years ago, more years than I care to remember, with the title "The Greatest Man I Never Knew". I connected strongly with the song when I heard it. The song tells of a man who works hard but has a hard time connecting to his family. I knew, and didn't know, that man. He was my own father. My father died earlier this year after a long battle with cancer. He is now the greatest man I will never know. It is a strange feeling to close a door to a relationship that scarcely existed in the first place. I am sad for the loss of him, but perhaps even sadder for the loss of what might have been. My father was a quiet man. He was never one for long, deep conversations, at least not that I ever saw. He communicated what was necessary. He held so much in. He grumbled under his breath. I can't tell you how he ever felt about most anything. Except I know he loved God, or at least he wanted to. And I know he loved his family, or at least he wan