Common Sense

I often long for the common sense wisdom of my dad. His children always knew his view of things and, we knew he was right. Surprising, what a sense of security that gave.

I wonder what he’d say about the many, many changes I see in life today. I think, maybe he would have nothing to say about some of them; he’d just shake his head. And, on many, he wouldn’t hesitate to express his views.

Dad was born in 1900. That seems very far in the past, and times have changed drastically. Still, I have more than a suspicion that right is still right and wrong is still wrong. At times, that is a comforting rock to cling to.