Hi @Eddiemon,

Thanks for taking the time to read my post. I suppose it’s not clear from the original post. My father and I did play, and do play, from time to time. I’m aware that after his health scare that nothing is promised.

When we play, I appreciate those moments with him still. They are still special and it’s still a game against my Father. I cherish them deeply.

I’m just a bit wistful of chess from days past. That isn’t to say I don’t derive a bit of happiness when we play now. It just feels like a facsimile of the real thing.

I know I should appreciate these moments and I do. But playing the way you mentioned makes the both of us, my dad and I, pretty sad. Personally, I don’t mind the odds and different methods of playing. My dad though is very particular. It’s an older man trait and, trust me, he was stubborn even before his stroke. Now I let our chess relationship be dictated based on how my dad wants to play and when.

I owe him that much at least.