Today my father would have turned 90. My memories of him are fond, and they bring an odd combination of a smile and a grin on my face.
There was that time during my teenage years when we were sparring partners most of the time; I guess that’s when I’ve learned how to stand my ground. (You know, that German perseverance trait thing …)
And there were the times we fought side by side; I guess that’s when I’ve learned that fathers are “just people” too …
I am not Madonna’s biggest fan, but Papa Don’t Preach could have been my very own words.