Journaling:
My father was a very outstanding man, in all meanings, in all ways and in all facets of life.
He was a genius, if talking about I.Q, a dreamer, an inventor, and idealist and a very complicated man. He had so many qualifications and abilities that he never could focus his life in only one of them, and in a way, thats the reason he never succeed to make his dreams come true. He was an amazing Opera singer, a tenor with a beautiful, strong voice, similar to the Placido Domingo voice...but to succeed, he was demanded to move to Italy, but having already 2 small kids and the responsibility of a family, he could not do that. As a child and a teen, I spent much of my time going to the Opera house, listening to my father singing at home, listening to Opera records and reading books about it...yes, I know a lot about it, I know 3 hours operas by heart, word by word. My fathers heart broke when he couldnt fulfill his dream, his call, mine is still broken for him and I cant still today hear opera without feeling a lot of pain, sorrow and sadness.
My father foresee the video and other inventions, many many years before they were actually made, but he never had the money to take his ideas, his inventions and make them real. He built a sport car all by himself in the garage, it was a prototype and a project that died when money ran out. Yes, my heart hurts about that too...in fact my heart hurts about all his dreams, his frustration, his anger and his shattered life. I was very close to my father and I felt his pain as it was my own. My father was also a Navy official. We was many years in the sea, but he stopped many times his career because of us, his children, as we needed a father at home. He went back to it in his middle age, and it was in a ship far from home, that he got his first heart attack. My father died young, he was just 61. I wish I could think he found any happiness in his life, but all I remember is pain and frustration and a bad relationship between him and my mom that hurt us the kids too. The events of his life changed our future, his kids, as human beings, as parents forever. I miss you daddy, miss you so much...I wish you could see your grand kids growing, and now your new grand- grand kids..I wish you were here to see the whole new technology out there, you would love it...I wish you were here to have another of our deep, soul searching conversations, I miss you so much...
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