When I was a child, my father sometimes took me for walks in the late afternoon. We would wander down through the pasture, not hurrying.
He would tell me the names of the trees, show me the fruits and flowers, point out a bird's nest so well hidden that the careless eye would never see it. Sometimes, if the day was uncommonly warm, he would say to me, "Walk in my shadow dear, I'll be your shade."
Even now I recall how good it was to be a child, exploring the fields, becoming aware of the natural order of life, watching the miracles of the changing seasons, marvelling at mysteries, some of which even my father could not explain. I walked with him, safe in his shadow, protected by the shade he provided me.
One day as we strolled along together, we discovered, that I had grown too tall and too big to properly fit into his shadow.
We didn't speak of it ... but we just both knew that the time had come ... for us to walk side by side ... each casting his own shadow.
Later still, I came to understand that the shadow of my father was as it was .. because the man who cast it ... was who he was : big enough, strong enough, wise enough to be my shelter, till I was sufficiently strong to step outside his shadow and walk on my own.
My father gave me the best of himself ... his shadow and his substance !
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