My father said some things like light kills germs. He was an economist who rose to the occasion constantly sans brass fanfare and bearing gifts instead.
My father loved his own jokes although less than who we each were, are, will be. My father was in love and spoke in love and practiced looking, hearing, saying something, slipping soft donations to the unsuspecting, and erasing each such gesture by the sound of peace.
My father was an eminent decider and the brain in him contaged its way to children as he matched his life partner who spoke perfect philosophese. She lambed his hurt and she was equal to his notice as her recognition laced with shared discernment made it also to felt speech.
My father said some moments into loving history. Tamed ferocity of feeling in his heart, translating beauty to a field and sharing every small percentage of the acreage. Wanting, seeking, cherishing the moment and repeating it, as moments in their way would constantly and faithfully respond.