He was always the voice of reason. He was practical and intelligent. He talked me into and out of wasting my time too many times to count.
I can't remember if we always had them in our house at Christmas but I do remember, later in his life, watching my Dad cracking nut shells and thoroughly enjoying his nuts for what seemed like hours at a time. He was so happy when he was crackin' and snackin'.
I remember him pinching his fingers with the nutcracker tool on a number of occasions. I remember feeling empathetic.
I also remember one morning, over coffee, my Dad telling me he had to go to the dentist because he had broken a tooth the night before. He bit down on a piece of nut shell while crackin' and snackin'.
It was then I pointed out we didn't have to crack the shells to eat nuts anymore. I reminded him that we'd made technological strides and those nuts could now be purchased already shelled and salted.
He said nothing. He just grinned. He saw what I did there.