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161 Monday I was living in New York when my father called. He was working in the city and. suggested we meet for dinner. But more pleasing and surprising to me was the way we had the dinner. For this time he didn’t spend the whole time giving advice I didn’t 33 . He talked with me. I walked him to the bus station. While we were waiting, he stood against the wall. My father had 34 been a strong and heavy man. Now I saw how thin and weak he was. He then told me something that surprised me. He said he still 35 , inside his head, like a young man, and couldn’t believe he’d passed sixty. “You don’t know, at your age, how fast time goes,” he said. “If I never really talked with you boys as much as I’d have liked to, it was because there was so little time and so much I had to teach you. I just didn’t want you to make all the mistakes I had made. I wanted to 36 you from some of the troubles I had.” I wanted to say, “Thank you, Dad, for telling me that.” I knew at last I was a 37 to my father. We could talk with each other. But I was too 38 by the evening to say how I was feeling. It was the last 39 we ever had. I was in Florida on a business trip when I 40 home. Dad had a stroke（中风）last night, after coming home from work. He’d always said he wanted to work till the day he died. He got his wish. My wish, for another talk with my father, would go unfulfilled（未完成的）. I now know things I didn’t know 41 my father was alive. Time does go really fast. There is so much to teach my boy and so little time: I’ve 42 him change from baby to child to boy in less time certainly than I took. I know the temptation（引诱） always to be telling him things, the things he’ll 43 to survive（生存）, to be a good person. But I remember my father’s final lesson. My boy will learn by what I am and what I do far more than by what I tell him. When Eric, aged eight, says, “Dad, can we talk?” I 44 my book and say, “Sur