Happy Father’s day to those Father’s that were and are great men. The slim chance that we still have as a society rests on the sons that the dwindling number of good fathers raised.
My Father “raised” five kids. Not a drunk, but a bit violent. His emotional pallete ran from indifferent to frustrated to enraged. He messed up all his kids in different, non-major ways. Everything he taught me was via anger. I spent the first half of my life trying not to piss him off, and the second half trying to give him love, understanding, and the benefit of the doubt. He’s the type of person who jumped through hoops to set up land-line service without long distance, so he “couldn’t call” his children. He did his minimum duty in a begrudging way, but no more than that. I suspect he resented having children. He managed the amazing feat of being home every night yet still being an absentee father. To end the relationship with him requires no fight, no hard words, no recriminations. Just simply do not pick up the phone and he is gone until you do. After he’s dead, we’ll not miss him, because there is nothing to miss. No teaching moments, no tenderness, no sharing, no hunting, fishing, hobbies, no connection at all. Such a tragic waste.
Happy Father’s Day to all of you who had good dads. Happy Father’s day to all you who are good dad’s. And my empathy and sympathy to all those who’s fathers did not or would not measure up.
Pappy will always be my superhero, no matter what age or maturity level is reached.
Happy Father’s day to those Father’s that were and are great men. The slim chance that we still have as a society rests on the sons that the dwindling number of good fathers raised.
My Father “raised” five kids. Not a drunk, but a bit violent. His emotional pallete ran from indifferent to frustrated to enraged. He messed up all his kids in different, non-major ways. Everything he taught me was via anger. I spent the first half of my life trying not to piss him off, and the second half trying to give him love, understanding, and the benefit of the doubt. He’s the type of person who jumped through hoops to set up land-line service without long distance, so he “couldn’t call” his children. He did his minimum duty in a begrudging way, but no more than that. I suspect he resented having children. He managed the amazing feat of being home every night yet still being an absentee father. To end the relationship with him requires no fight, no hard words, no recriminations. Just simply do not pick up the phone and he is gone until you do. After he’s dead, we’ll not miss him, because there is nothing to miss. No teaching moments, no tenderness, no sharing, no hunting, fishing, hobbies, no connection at all. Such a tragic waste.
Happy Father’s Day to all of you who had good dads. Happy Father’s day to all you who are good dad’s. And my empathy and sympathy to all those who’s fathers did not or would not measure up.
Best.
100% justified.