When Dad received his most recent and most dire diagnosis, he set his normal matter-of-fact self aside for a brief moment and allowed some philosophy to slip in. “Well, I’m almost seventy,” he said to me on the phone, “I’ve managed to get a lot of stuff done.”
At the time that struck me as a remarkably true statement. Such stuff he has gotten done! Laptops unfolded, museums commandeered, beauteous Danes wooed, two sons raised, IDEO’s ideated, innovations innovated, and optimism, positivity and creativity inspirated (I know, not a word, but it SHOULD be).
But when he said that, I don’t think I had any idea (I’m not sure he did either) of just HOW MUCH STUFF he’s gotten done. The outpouring of love and loss over the past week, the culmination of which is this amazing site and all the tributes herein, is the true mark of a man who got more stuff done than even he realized.
Thanks to all. We miss you, Dad.