Sunday, December 23, 2012
FATHERS
This is a beautiful memoir from a gay son about his father.
My Dad had a similar progression. He never gave up on me or on understanding my new life. Which was actually my old life but he didn't really get that.
He met John and they got along, sometimes too, well. Both Navy men, the sea tales could get a little long and weighty. Hey. Whatever it takes. Old salt? Fine.
In the later years we were touring the part of Boston, Charlestown actually, where my Dad was stationed in the WWII Navy.
Somewhere along the way, he and I walking together, John and my mother behind us, he said he wanted me to know how pleased he was that I was happy and settled in my life.
This was a great gift from him.
The only thing a good parent really wants. For the kid to be happy in life and not on the parent's terms.
At the end, my Dad and I were so close I could be with him and say goodbye, to hug, to say it was OK to go and, most of all, that I loved him very very much.
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