So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness.
I decided in my life that I would do nothing that did not reflect positively on my father's life.
I wanted to explore the values that are at work, underpinning my life.
We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection.
My father was the quintessential husband and dad.
I have a kind of respect - a worshipful attitude, even - for nature and the natural order and the cosmos and the seasons.