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  • My sweet father passed away in January of 2006. A gentleman and a gentle man to the core, he was never one to want the limelight or seek attention for himself, preferring instead to be a constant rock that we all, because he never demanded otherwise, probably took way too much for granted. Even when he was in the last stages of Alzheimer's disease he was easygoing, accepting of his lot and always thinking of others first. When he left us there was a void that, for me, quickly filled up with my father's essence -- gentleness and acceptance. This was his final gift and his legacy.

    It is unfortunate that, for the most part, humanity is unable to fully acknowledge and celebrate the outrageous power inherent in gentleness. It is often, in our culture, perceived as weakness. If gentleness were loud and aggressive like the elements currently representing power in our society, it would convince us of our error.

    But that, of course, is not its nature.
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