I wrote recently about my father being fun and present when I was growing up. He played with us kids when he got home from work, took us “big” kids out on Saturdays, and actually took me to a couple of rock concerts when I was a teenager.
A lot of fathers barely engaged with their childrenin the 1950’s and 60’s. I have come to realize how fortunate I was.
Dad and I experienced some disharmony later in life, and we were estranged during the last few years of his life. Perhaps I will write about this someday; it’s a vulnerable place for me. Our estrangement was largely my doing and was not entirely justified.
More and more I look back and realize that he was a present and loving father. He is the source of much that I am and strive to be.
I met Dad in a lovely dream a couple years ago. We were watching over my older daughter, as we both did when she was little. I told him I hoped we would meet again in another lifetime – and sustain harmony. He said “I don’t know about that. We both have strong personalities and have often opposed each other.”
I guess that explains some things.
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