Remember that moment
in your life, long ago, when the blinding white light of reality lit up your world, and you realized for the very first time, that your dad wasn’t the dumbest human being alive?
I do. I remember it as if it were yesterday, though it was more than a quarter century ago. I remember how stupid I felt, that I hadn’t got just how smart Dad was, until then. And I was extremely lucky to be able to get to know Dad as an adult, and become his friend. He knew he had to be my father as long as I needed a Father. And he was. He was ready to morph back into Father mode at a moments notice, too, but we were both glad to have gotten to that moment.
Thanks, Dad. If I am ever 1/10 the man you were, I’ll be a god among men.
TRUTH The older I get, the smarter my father gets.
Amen to both statements.
My Dad died in 1988, when I was 25, but I honestly don’t ever remember considering him stupid (despite the fact that he couldn’t understand the computers that were, and still are, my bread-and-butter.)
Oh the other hand, it DID take me a long time to come to grips with the fact that, despite how much I loved him, he was in some ways a weak, imperfect, and flawed man. In other words, he was human.
Oh, hell, I always knew dad’s faults, and I was regularly confronted with his humanity. My dad was a… different individual, I guess, I don’t think he ever had a weak moment in his life.
“In other words, he was human. ”
Ya. Human.
I think our biggest barrier to attaining perfection is that there is only 24 hours in a day.
Come to think of it, that may be a good thing.