The wisdom my 77-year-old father has passed on to me came more through osmosis（渗透） than lectures. Pinning down a dads influence to one true thing is like saying that the final inning is all that matters in a baseball gamewhen in reality, its every play up until then that has gotten the team to where it is. And my dad has been there since the first pitch. From making the best pancakes you kids have ever eaten on Saturday mornings, to assuring tearful teenagers studying for finals that all they needed was a good nights sleep and everything would be better in the morning, my dads dogged（顽强的） optimism shines through. It is a big part of the reason I recovered after a pelvis-smashing accident, when I was run over by a truck: My father assumed that Id be jogging with him again.
He would also be the first to note that a grand slam by the last batter2 in a two-run game can change everything. In that hes a realist. But the thing about Dad is that he believes he is the guy who will hit that ball out of the park in the clutch play. Even though his first great-grandchild was born a year and a half ago, hes still that kid on the bench saying, Put me in, Coach.
Old age hasnt slowed him, mainly because he doesnt think almost-80 is old. I should have taken a photo of my dad swimming in the lake in front of our cabin in Alaska last summer to show you what he looks like. He is strong, bald and about 510, 150 pounds, with a long French nose, blue eyes and a great smile. He had come for a visit and was training for a charity swim across the Hudson River in New York, where he lives. He wore his custom-fitted wetsuit , but he still got so cold that when I hauled（拖，改变主意） him, leaky goggles3 were all fogged up and I feared hed die of hypothermia（减少体温） . We warmed him by stoking the woodstove and parking him, wrapped in a sleeping bag, as close to the open oven door as we could without cooking his legs.
Oh, come on, it wasnt that bad, hell say, when he reads this. I was fine. Which he was. He always is. He did complete the Hudson swim a month later in New York, but told me over the phone that next time hell make sure his wetsuit（潜水服） fits correctly and buy new goggles.
If you ask my father whether or not his life has been hard, he will say he is a lucky guy. Not in a Hollywood wayhe means the kind of happiness that comes from sharing a well-cooked family meal, taking a good long run or growing a perfect tomato. Did I mention that he used to run marathons before his knee replacement5 surgery Hes the one who convinced me I could do it, too. Anyone can run a marathon, he said, as long as you put in your time training.
My father was born in 1933. His London childhood took a turn at the beginning of World War II: His father enlisted6 in the French Army and was captured by the Germans and spent the war in a prison camp. My dad and his mother and sister were shipped off to New Jersey7 to live with relatives. His mother suffered from depression, and Dad went to boarding school（寄宿学校） in New England from the sixth grade on.
Yet in all Dads dinner table stories, and there have been many, he turned them into great stories.
These days the favorite saying of the family patriarch（家长，族长） his grandchildren have dubbed8 Papa Bob is And so it goes, from the writer Kurt Vonnegut. He repeats it often, especially when he has suffered a setbackanything from spraining9 an ankle skiing to facing my mothers death. During her illness he did his best to cheer her up. My sister, who lives next door to Dad, sometimes complained that he was in denial.
What good would it have done anyone if my father had embraced the sorrow of losing his wife of 49 years just as he was thinking about retiring to spend more time with her Sometimes wishing days are happy can make them so. As much as it drove his daughters crazy, Im sure my mothers last months were better because my father was planning a family vacation with all the grandkids to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary.
And honestly He knew what was happening and chose to face it without undue10 sadness or fear. When I was 10, a neighbor was hit by a delivery truck and killed while riding her bicycle to play at the school ballfields. A few weeks after that funeral, Dad and I played catch in the backyard. Two hands, keep your eye on the ball, he coached as we tossed it back and forth11 over the clothesline. Anyway, I asked him why that awful truck had killed my friend. It was so unfair. Dad said, Lifes not fair. He didnt say it with any bitterness at all. He said it like Satchel12 Paige said, You win a few, you lose a few. Some get rained out. Even an optimist13 like my dad understands that some things dont turn out right. The difference is, he knows it is your response to hard times that counts, and his is always to land on his feet, grateful to still be here, with a story to tell.
After a family dinner the other night, Papa Bob regaled us all with embellished14 versions of his recent and first-ever skydiving adventure. He said he was dizzy from the altitude-12,000 feet!but the instructor15 sort of nudged him out of the plane. Sixty-five seconds of free falling, he said. I loved it. I should have been a paratrooper（伞兵） . Then he said, I didnt even dent1 this new titanium knee.
He loves getting cards in the mail, and usually Im late, so instead I call him on Fathers Day. But this year Ive decided16 to be early for once. Before he takes another skydive or a frigid17（寒冷的） lake swim, I want to let him know how much he means to me. Dad, thank youfor all of it. For playing catch in the backyard, the stories, the homegrown tomatoes, the running shoes, college, the first-aid kits18 and mostly for your enduring faith that everything will be OK. It is, because you are my dad.
