Illegacy

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I try not to remember much about my father.  

I don’t think he was a bad person, but he wasn’t the person I’d like to be and, sadly, now that I’m all grown up, I recognize that some of the things I least admired in him have become my inheritance, and I have to struggle daily to overcome the emotional detachment and passive aggression that I so often observed in him.

One lesson he never offered me was that of compassion toward all other beings. I had to learn that one on my own.  So: because it’s Fathers’ Day and I shouldn’t say anything too negative, I’ll just say this: He probably couldn’t help himself. Whatever and whoever he was, my mother and my sister loved him, and that’s good enough for me.

2 thoughts on “Illegacy

  1. hard to face, that the parent or parents we were ‘supposed’ to love turn out to be a mismatch with us. and yet youre grown up enough to acknowledge that. hugs for you, Ron.

    sometimes we learn more from watching our parents behavior, seeing it in ourselves, and recognizing what the consequences of that behavior can do. good OR bad.

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