It lasted a short twenty years, but during that time I was shown, in great detail, how to be a spectacular person. I would watch him with my eyes glued, while my mother whispered commentary quietly in one ear. He was so positively effective in peoples lives.
In my childhood years I was surrounded by some pretty spectacular people. Some famous, most not. Spectacular attracts, well...spectacular. But the greatest thing about my dad, was the way he treated those who weren't spectacular. He had the ability to make them feel like they were. He could find that tiny shred of spectacular that everyone of us has and bring that out into the light. That was his true gift. And the more you were around him, the more spectacular you wanted to be. The more you believed you could be.
Now that I think about it...that is his legacy. That's the gift he left behind. We all are spectacular in our own way. We just need to find that bit of ourselves, dust it off and bring it back out into the light. Much the way he would have done for us, if he were still here.
