Remembering Dad -
(June 1, 1992) Today, my father died. I had wished that I would be able to tell
him all that I had to say before he would leave us. Everyone wishes they had a
chance to say... but then it is too late!
At least I had the chance to hear him say he loved me and I said the same to
him. This happened last June when I was moving from Buffalo for the first time
in my 30 years.
Sons have a difficult time telling their fathers that they love him. They spend
most of the adolescent years rebelling against their father's authority. Sons
don't want their fathers telling them what to do, how to do it, and when to do
it. This was especially true for me.
Sons also feel like they have to have that manly exterior; not let their
feelings show! Such a waste of bountiful feelings on nothing more than a
fallacy.
My father was stubborn, hard-headed, thought he was emotionally independent, but
actually in dire need of an emotional release. He would cry when watching
movies that most people wouldn't find sentimental and he would try to hold
back the tears thinking that nobody knew he was crying.
I know these things about my father so well because I am just like my father. I
am stubborn, hard-headed, independent thinking, and lonely. Inside, I cry
watching movies that aren't even meant to be sentimental.
I hope my father knows all these things about me; because I am as proud to have
him as a father as he was to have me for a son.
I Love You Dad !!!
Jim
Those were the best times!
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