I Miss My Dad
Dad died 46 years ago. True, the aches and pains of initial grief have been reconciled into my being. Still, the thought of him and of me, having missed so much that we could have had as adults leaves me wondering. Wondering, not longing, because I have seen the trials and tribulations that adult relationships have between fathers and sons. My own son and I have a good rapport, but he still harbors resentments that he will only voice once every so often.
At once I am thankful that dad gave me as much of his life as he could and wondering if perhaps I did not give him as much. He was older and wiser and I was just growing up. He knew he was going to die. This helped as he gave me the sage advise that he would have given when I was older. He taught me to treat people, especially women with respect. For that I am deeply in his debt.
His life led me to my life. Though I miss him dearly, I carry him about in my smile and in my compassion. I learned to listen and to speak and when to do each (never at the same time).
For so much more, I am thankful for my Dad. He died at the age of 41, on January 2, 1967.
Love you Dad!
At once I am thankful that dad gave me as much of his life as he could and wondering if perhaps I did not give him as much. He was older and wiser and I was just growing up. He knew he was going to die. This helped as he gave me the sage advise that he would have given when I was older. He taught me to treat people, especially women with respect. For that I am deeply in his debt.
His life led me to my life. Though I miss him dearly, I carry him about in my smile and in my compassion. I learned to listen and to speak and when to do each (never at the same time).
For so much more, I am thankful for my Dad. He died at the age of 41, on January 2, 1967.
Love you Dad!
By:
RavenDelcor
Age:
56-60
,
Male
