I promised, in the entry titled: "Just Keep Walking", that I would come back with a long-form essay that would attempt to wrap a little bit of context around what I mean when I say that my father was a rolling stone before being a rolling stone was cool; with all that I learned about him from his own mouth, and all that I discovered in his writings after his death, I accept that the truth of his legacy is that he was one of the most reliably unreliable people I have ever known.
Beautifully written, David. Just don't look for many "been there, done that's" even though there will be a high end of 'been there's' with some family member or friend, silently thanking you for the invitation to remember.
If I can get people to sit quietly and Nod in agreement I've done my job regardless of whether it's ever admitted out loud and in public ;) and thank you for the kind words
I LOVED this David, so well written. Having just spent the day with my elderly parents (who have started talking to me again after 3 years) I feel so grateful to have moved on to a new way of accepting myself and realising that they probably never will accept either me or more importantly themselves. The feeling of peace of being honest with ourselves is worth so much. We all have faults, so much better if you can recognise your own!
Thank you April, and I couldn't agree more. And you know you have achieved that when you can laugh honestly and full throatedly. At yourself more than anyone else :)
Yes indeed! And you know from my poems how much I like to laugh at myself! My father suggested today that he would have to make up a story about me so that he could be 'proud' of me in front of his friends. ha ha. So I helped him, after all I am great with stories! How strange it must be to feel you can't accept people as they are. Your story is a great example of acceptance.
Beautifully written, David. Just don't look for many "been there, done that's" even though there will be a high end of 'been there's' with some family member or friend, silently thanking you for the invitation to remember.
If I can get people to sit quietly and Nod in agreement I've done my job regardless of whether it's ever admitted out loud and in public ;) and thank you for the kind words
Was nodding as I read this. Much that I recognize. Ty
Poignant and beautifully written. We can’t help but find a little bit of our parents in ourselves. We all struggle to make a new, improved model.
I LOVED this David, so well written. Having just spent the day with my elderly parents (who have started talking to me again after 3 years) I feel so grateful to have moved on to a new way of accepting myself and realising that they probably never will accept either me or more importantly themselves. The feeling of peace of being honest with ourselves is worth so much. We all have faults, so much better if you can recognise your own!
Thank you April, and I couldn't agree more. And you know you have achieved that when you can laugh honestly and full throatedly. At yourself more than anyone else :)
Yes indeed! And you know from my poems how much I like to laugh at myself! My father suggested today that he would have to make up a story about me so that he could be 'proud' of me in front of his friends. ha ha. So I helped him, after all I am great with stories! How strange it must be to feel you can't accept people as they are. Your story is a great example of acceptance.
I hope to hear about the story you told him that made him proud😄
I will definitely fill you in on that ridiculous story!