I never bonded with him in my early years. I thought he didn't like me. I found out much later, he thouht I didn't like him. Couldn't be more from the the truth.
During my very prim (because of Momma AND Daddy) upbringing, I was shielded from so much. Years passed. My sis & bro got in trouble. I married. I began to see my father as a man, not my mother's monster.
In the end, he ended up sick. This mountain of a man, who I had never known would have moved cities for me, was sick. Alcohol was the main culprit. He was a great man, could have been greater than those you hear of, but he was my father, my Daddy. He lived 15 years, sober, regretting every day of his drinking, wishing he had more time with the children (me included) who loved him SO much. His grandchildren speak of him as tho he's here. His greatgrandchildren speak of him as tho they met him on their journey to this plane. Believe what you want, especially you fathers, but I have a grandson. He is the the first in our family. He is broad, and tall, and strong, (my father was huge). At 2 yrs. old, he holds the door for me, walks in with his hand on my back, and says, 'Are you O.K.?'. His Father has no automotive sense, yet he can take the batteries out of his toys, with his toy tool set, to recharge them. I look in his face, and I can never tell anyone else, but I see my Daddy. Be careful, men. The seed you sow are not just children, they are living souls.
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