...as I drove home from an afternoon back at the homefront.
"Like any teenage boy, I used to vow never to be like my father. But now, in my late twenties, as I’m seeing more and more of him reflected in the things I do and the person I am, I realize that there are a lot worse things I could have become."
I don't know if it's anything, but I just thought I'd share.
Sick and ashamed and happy (and maybe I should tell him that),
d.
well, i can echo that to a certain extent. i went to visit my dad this weekend who's recovering from a very life-threatening 6-way bypass, heart attack, stroke combo (i don't recommend it). i think it's just a matter of finding it our for yourself tho. i've come back around to a lot of the ideas that my dad hounded me on, but only after i've seen them play out in my own life, in front of my own eyes. now that i'm also in that mid-late 20's category, it's becoming all too clear. the funniest part about it all is that my dad and i never saw eye to eye when i was a teenager, and now i'm the only one in the family that understands the poor guy. funny that.
wait'll you have kids and you find your fathers words uncontrollably flying out of your mouth at them. not hateful stuff... just stupid things that you SWORE you'd never say.
I can already recognize some ways I am similar to dad and I'm only 21.
I've long since retired and my son's moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kid's got the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you, dad.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He'd grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me.
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