The Original Good Fighter
October 2, 2008
My grandfather was a pretty dynamic man. Deeply flawed, complicated, tough, brazen, and stubborn. A bit like life, I suppose. I was only 9 when he passed away. While I knew him really well, I can remember feeling a deep sadness that I would not get to know him during my adult life. My young mind knew some of the contradictions that defined him were too complex for me to fully grasp, reconcile and understand. So I have come to know “the man” that is my Tata through stories, yarns, and fables. [Read more]
