For at least one second, 17,000 people are forced to think about and remember my father. Whether they knew him or not, they know me. They either learn for the first time that my father is no longer with us, or they reflect on their own memory of his passing. No matter what their thought process is, they are remembering my father too.
As I remember his passing at the 46th anniversary of his death, I ponder about the 'what-ifs' and how we miss his presence all these years. I also acknowledge my good fortune and blessings as I enjoyed 15 years with a phenomenal dad whose legacy has lived on through his children and grandchildren. His short biography has made a profound influence on my life for good.
The atmosphere can be simultaneously congenial and competitive, intimate and exclusionary. In a space the size of typical two-car garage, a variety of personality types are thrust together, forced to navigate an often-complicated jumble of events and emotions. And, if you were like I was years ago, you loved it.
We hear so much about respecting boundaries that we tend to forget there's a world of difference between violating them and simply testing them. Every breakthrough -- whether in science, in art or in a one-on-one relationship -- involves crossing a boundary. And not all boundaries are as hard to cross as they seem.