When I was young I did not like to read. My parents and teachers tried and tried to get me to read but I just didn't want to. Then one fateful day my father said something to me that resonated with me in a way I am unable to describe. He said "You can learn anything you want to from a book." And with that I took to books like a fish takes to water. Of course there were problems like the fact that I decided that since I could just learn from books there was no need for homework but that is a story for another day.
It's been a month since my father has gone and it still isn't real to me. I keep thinking oh I have to talk to him about this or that. Then the stark realization hits me that he now resides only in the memory of those who loved him.
Of the things he left me with I cherish his books the most.
His collection numbers somewhere north of 3000 novels. Most of them are science fiction or fantasy. Some I've read others are foreign to me. As I feel sorrow for my loss I feel the connection these books bring me knowing that he once focused his attention to every word of every page. Each book is a window into the mind of the author and the collection is a gateway to a greater understanding of who my father was.
I will take that journey.
I will consume every single page.
As I walk through worlds in the footsteps of my father I will document this great odysee here for all to see.