When my father was my age he had about three months to live. The lung cancer which cost him his life ravaged his body for close to two years.
The doctors in their infinite wisdom had given him but three to six months to live when he was diagnosed, but pop was a contrarian by birth and it was joyful to see him in his element telling doctors to kiss his nether regions.
He told me his greatest regret in life was spending too much time working and not enough time with his children – and that knowledge guided me in bringing up my own children.
I want to apologize to them for that – they spent a lot of time with me growing up.
Moreover I believe my generation as a whole should apologize to their children. The actions of the last few weeks, neigh the last few years have driven home a very salient point – we as a country have not overcome our prejudices and we seem unwilling or unable to learn from past mistakes.