This summer I had to say goodbye to my father. He left quietly, as he liked, after a long and full life. And although his absence hurts and will hurt, I am left with the feeling of pride for having had such a father, and the privilege of having been his daughter. I am also left with the legacy of a generation that taught us more than, perhaps, they ever imagined.
Those of us who are now in our fifties, and are at the head of companies, teams and projects, grew up with fathers who marked us with their example more than with their words. Men who knew austerity, the value of things, who gave themselves to their families and faced effort as a natural part of life. Fathers who, without speaking of leadership, led us.
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