I often heard the clichéd refrain that I was my father’s daughter. We spent hours cooking and planning meals, delighting in nature’s wonders, or listening to music together. We even shared a quick temper and disdain for other drivers. These surface similarities gave us a way to connect, but the depth of his influence was much deeper.
I’ve always loved the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. The concluding words are:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.