My Dad's birthday is coming up. He'd be 85. Yowza! He was such a good guy and I really miss him. It pisses me off that I have no scannable photos of him to post. (And no scanner to scan them even if I did. Yes, I am SO selfish.) I don't resemble him in the least. Only one of us inherited his nose and it wasn't me. He had a great sense of humor and gave most of his children silly nicknames. I wish he was around to see this new crop of great-grandchildren. What would he make of Milo, I wonder. What would Milo make of him?
Anyway, I miss my Dad. Not because he gave such good guidance. He threw away my copy of Myra Breckenridge when I was in high school. Most of the time he fell asleep on the couch in the den after an incredibly long day. I miss how TRUE he was to himself. I didn't figure this out about him til it was almost too late. But I'm glad I did.
Once when I was having a really bad time and somebody's mother had come down on me really hard. My parents and I sat in her kitchen and listened to her accuse and watched her point fingers and remained polite. In the car on the ride home my Dad said, "She had no right to talk to you that way." It was dark and I was crying and I was really scared. I didn't expect to be believed. I didn't expect anybody to stick up for me. And while neither of my parents really confronted this person, I felt like my Dad took my side. He SAID something encouraging to me and I know that wasn't easy for him. I was glad then, too.
Today I have to do something really scary. Nobody is threatening me or forcing me. It's just some chore I've gotta do out in the big bad world. And even though it's most likely going to be okay; it would be terrific if I could get some encouragement from my Dad.
RIP FJB Happy 85th!
Anyway, I miss my Dad. Not because he gave such good guidance. He threw away my copy of Myra Breckenridge when I was in high school. Most of the time he fell asleep on the couch in the den after an incredibly long day. I miss how TRUE he was to himself. I didn't figure this out about him til it was almost too late. But I'm glad I did.
Once when I was having a really bad time and somebody's mother had come down on me really hard. My parents and I sat in her kitchen and listened to her accuse and watched her point fingers and remained polite. In the car on the ride home my Dad said, "She had no right to talk to you that way." It was dark and I was crying and I was really scared. I didn't expect to be believed. I didn't expect anybody to stick up for me. And while neither of my parents really confronted this person, I felt like my Dad took my side. He SAID something encouraging to me and I know that wasn't easy for him. I was glad then, too.
Today I have to do something really scary. Nobody is threatening me or forcing me. It's just some chore I've gotta do out in the big bad world. And even though it's most likely going to be okay; it would be terrific if I could get some encouragement from my Dad.
RIP FJB Happy 85th!
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