Recently, I resumed the arduous task of going through the contents of my fathers estate, and came across a collection of small bound notebooks. I never realized just how much my late father and I had in common, until just recently. As it turns out, he was an avid note-taker like me, and like me, had the compulsion to over-document his ideas, plans, and experiences.
Unfortunately, his notebooks are filled with diagrams, schematics, and very high-end scientific mathematical equations that I do not understand. Brilliant work, indeed, but of course, when he was alive I asked him about the contents of his notebooks, and what he was working on at the time. Of course, he would always stop working on his project and proceed to put the notebooks away, and after placing them back on the shelf, would explain to me that their contents are not at all important. It seems as if he wanted me to explore my own path in life, instead of following in his footsteps.
Sometimes I wish I had been a little more persistent about my fathers life work. He had a notebook for every purpose, regardless of how small or insignificant. Perhaps this is a trait that I inherited from my father, even though I cannot recall a single instance in which he told me to keep a written notebook, or to create documentation of my life experience.
I hope someday I will be able to figure out what my father was documenting in his many notebooks, the contents of which are far and beyond my comprehension. Perhaps some mysteries are best left unsolved. Maybe if I am lucky, given enough time and research, I might be able to decipher what all of these notes mean.
In loving memory of my father, Dr. Harvey L. Slatin, PhD.
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