April 9th, 2022 Birthday Poem For Dearly Departed Papa I

Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul which rocketed into aerospace (courtesy General Electric satellite) just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago, nevertheless melancholy still plucks mine heart strings. Mine psyche still situated awry placid countenance of yours truly doth belie residual sadness easily prompted can easily trigger me to cry linkedin when grim reaper gloated October 7th, 2020 ye did somewhat peacefully die though methinks immortality I did briefly espy, when miracles of modern medicine tried, but could not stave off mortality nor fortify depredations of aging concerning one wunderkind whose accomplishments laudatory when a young handsome guy, whose intelligence scored high native talent aptitude tests did imply. The late Boyce Brandon Harris exhibited prolific talents at young age aside being scholastically gifted, acquiring graduate degree courtesy Columbia University, freshly minted mechanical engineer (he admirably ranked within uppermost percentile academically), I hashtag thy mine deceased father (a polymath - jack-of-all-trades), who possessed (née excelled) at diverse creative abilities. Aside from being schooled as mechanical engineer, (which courses in mathematics and science he passed with flying colors) his mind genetically bequeathed to craft almost anything under the sun evidenced first by yours truly, the second offspring and sole son who ofttimes felt intimidated at being in presence of said Renaissance man. Handicrafts included expending blood, sweat, and tears to craft multitude of projects; i. building me Flintstone (foot powered) car with wooden license plate. ii. making playhouse for all three of us - his progeny. iii. amassing wood pile(s), to stoke wood burning stoves iv. designing Zayda trail for Teddy and Ruff (two doggone mixed breed Border Collies rescued courtesy youngest sister at her Jacobsburg, Penna work site) v. constructing sauna in cellar,