I don't remember it as having been really hard Eq, but it certainly was demanding, and caused me to closely examine my reasons for loving people. I still believe that the words love and hate are tossed around rather frivolously, but we won't go there.
Examining my reasons for loving someone had its benefits, though there were times when I really thought I loved someone, but didn't think I wanted to die for them. That caused some conflict in me, because I didn't think I loved them in the sense of the word as I understood it then. I think everyone has their own definitions of love, so what might be true to me now might not to someone else. We'll just say I ended up adopting a liberal definition. I think he would have wanted it that way, because he was a very humanistic individual and a good man.
He passed away when I was seven, and I so regret that I never had a chance to know him better. He lives on through surviving family members however, who are always happy to share their memories.
