My Father’s Birthday
Jul. 30th, 2021 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ndrosenThe other day would have been my father’s birthday, and he would have lived to celebrate it if he had managed the ninety-seven years which his own father spent above the earth. As it is, he hasn’t been with us for more than seven years. I meant to post something on his birthday itself, but things ate up time, and it was past midnight by the time I was through with work and exercise and dinner.
My father and I had considerable conflict over the years, both of us being all too prone to pride and anger, but we did in the end reconcile. I hope that during the last few weeks of his life, after a (presumed) series of mini-strokes left him mentally incapacitated, he thought well of me with whatever remained of his mind. (Some part of him was left, and the last time I saw him, he could speak in grammatical sentences and with his typical cadences; the trouble was that his sentences did not relate coherently to each other, or to what was actually going on around him.). Whatever his faults, he brought me up in a house full of books, and made great efforts to have me educated. Rest In Peace.
My father and I had considerable conflict over the years, both of us being all too prone to pride and anger, but we did in the end reconcile. I hope that during the last few weeks of his life, after a (presumed) series of mini-strokes left him mentally incapacitated, he thought well of me with whatever remained of his mind. (Some part of him was left, and the last time I saw him, he could speak in grammatical sentences and with his typical cadences; the trouble was that his sentences did not relate coherently to each other, or to what was actually going on around him.). Whatever his faults, he brought me up in a house full of books, and made great efforts to have me educated. Rest In Peace.
