Daddy’s Diaries VII
August 9, 2011
I admit I have given my father a few shocks in his life; I was by no means a perfect child.
I admit I have given my father a few shocks in his life; I was by no means a perfect child.
It’s difficult to see your father as a man—not a superhero, a brave soldier, nor as I once dreamt, a counter-terrorism agent. We miss the children in our parents sometimes.
My father’s first grandchild was born today. Even though my beliefs allow for rebirth, I was hesitant to think this might be true.
I will probably anger you. I wasn’t planning on it; but a conversation I had last night changed the fate of this page.
The last few times I’ve dreamt of my father, he hasn’t said anything. In my subconscious, as in real life, he is an advocate of silence.
Homer Simpson was his favorite father figure, and he thought Garfield had mastered the art of perfect bliss. As I grew older, I began to envy him.
It is an extremely private world, the pages of a diary. And having entered his, I was taken straight to the core.