1130 words - 5 pages later, I can’t help but think of him. I can’t help but think of him, and all the pain he caused himself and everyone around him during the final years of his life. To most of the world, my father was a historian. To me, however, he was an explorer. My father would often venture out into unknown territories and lost seas for months before returning home, informing me of tales of epic battles and shining treasure chests flying around with golden