It wasn't until I graduated high school that I truly began to value parents. Sure, I loved my mom more than anything, but I came to a certain realization when I was in college.
When describing my high school, my friends, and my home to college folks, The Dantzker house would always make its way into the conversation. I would recount the parties, the food, the always unlocked front door, and Steve and Jackie. I would say how great, welcoming, and nice they were. I would talk about the meals, the movies, but most importantly, the conversation. Talking to Steve was unlike anything in the world and something I wish I did more of. I often talk about how much I love sitting down, in person, with someone and having a conversation, and felt Steve did too.
I could ask Steve anything, and the words "I don't know" were never mentioned. "Steve, who do you think killed JFK?"
"Steve, will soccer ever take off in the US?"
"Steve, was the government in 16th century Portugal stable?"
There was no topic this wonderful man did not cover. There should be an option to major in "Steve Dantzker" in college. But, on second thought, it would be impossible for us common folk could not learn all he learned. We can not know all he knew. And it's for the best. You only got as much of Steve as he was willing to give. When it was time to head out to workout, go to a movie, or drive to Canada, he would.
My middle school and high school years were great and part of the reason is because of Steve. I value my time spent with him and hope my kids' friends feel the way about me as I did about me as I did with Steve.
Here's to going to the movies, endless food in the fridge, amazing conversations, an understated smile, and a great man.
No comments:
Post a Comment