My Father's Gift to Me. ⇒
21 June 2010, late morning
Unlike the previous New York Times article, this story about the death of Nicholas Kristof’s father is far more uplifting.
This is a post from my link log: If you click the title of this post you will be taken the web page I am discussing.
I spent my first father’s day with my dad in 16 years. I never thought my dad really cared about not having us around in the past as he has never been particularly sentimental about these things. He’s never complained about it, unlike my mom, who will let you know if the colours of her mothers day bouquet were not to her liking.
But yesterday was really special to all of us. We did everything I had planned and my dad just rolled with it. We had beer on a patio. Went to the beach and ribfest. As we ate some really bad Chinese food for white people over dinner, my dad said this is the first year he felt like a father on father’s day. Not because we were bad children in the past, he said, but because this year is when i am finally done school and employed.
Sometimes I think all this time apart from our loved ones make us more aware of their absence. Perhaps it makes me more able to appreciate what some people regard as mundane -like dinner with your parents.
And I am drowning my iPad in my tears.
by Tiff on June 21 2010, 1:51 pm #