My Father Was a Paradox Essay -- Personal Narrative, essay about my fa

Ill miss my father, I already miss him, greatly... Ill miss his stories, his laughter, the stimulate of his opinions, and especially the quiet strength of him. Yet, I think its one of the truths of the populace that the people we miss the most are also the ones that we cant miss, because we carry so much of them with us. My father was something of a paradox. On the one hand he stands out in my mind for his stories, his wit, and the fire of his opinions. Anyone whos argued with him, and thats quite a fewer of us, knew that he had strong opinions and argued them with zeal. On the other hand, at the same time, he was a quiet man, who kept a lot of what he entangle on the inside, someone who taught more by example than by lecture. Did he believe that there was something for us after death? I dont really know. I asked him about God and the after life years ago. He explained to me what agnosticism meant to him, that you could never really know, a... ...ver really miss him. Hes in e verything I do, and everything I am. If you ever need a story about him besides ask... Or hang around a bit, they burst out on their own.   One of the last full sentences he ever said to me was that he ought to go off and set old Bill Shakespeare right on a few things. Somehow, I expect that Bills now learning what a lot of us know, what an experience it is to know my father. And his stories will never be the same again.