My father left very few things undone. One that comes to mind is that he never published or wrote (so far as I know) a science fiction novel like the ones he so liked to read.
One story that he mentioned he would enjoy writing is one in which the Central powers were victorious in the First World War.
I'm not writing that story either, but I am right now engaged in a project inspired by the Christmas Truce of December, 1914, and it does involve an alternate history and a different outcome for the war that his own father fought in. And I do think of my father and his father often as I write.
I feel another affinity for my father as I work: I am doing it in no small part because I have a family to support.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Filius est pars patris, for better or worse, like it or not."\\