My parents were pretty good. They had their flaws. But I loved them dearly, and I miss them just as much.
My friend Dave, who I've known since we were kids?
Rarely thinks about his parents, doesn't miss them at all.
That's a hell of a legacy. I've scratched the surface with him on his parents (I knew them fairly well, too), and wow, talk about different people in public vs private.
Fortunately he's managed to chart a very different course with his son. They are very close and talk frequently, even when D is flying (he's the airline pilot).
