JstAnotherSub -> RE: Celebrating the men in our lives. (6/17/2011 2:10:05 PM)
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my dad He was a good man, the best man I have ever known. He lived a life that inspired others, not because of his wealth, but just because of who he was. He was a Christian, but not a Bible thumping fire and brimstone, you better do it my way or you are bound for eternal damnation Christian, but a quiet one. He just lived the principles he held dear, and others respected him for it. Very seldom did he discipline me, but when he did, it ripped my heart out. He would give me a "i am disappointed" talk, short and sweet and to the point, then 3 swats with a belt, barely felt. Mom was the spanker, and I can remember begging him to just let mom "beat" me, trying to avoid his disappointment. He loved me through my teen years. I am convinced I would have shot me in the head at about 16, so that shows me he loved me. Even when I did things that, to him, were horrible and against everything he believed to be right, he hugged me, and he was daddy. He got sick and died suddenly, at the age of 57. Three months from all right in the world, to damn he is gone. I was 23 then, and it hurt, but I know now that I did not have a clue what I had lost then. I hate it he did not see me become a responsible adult. He always loved me, but I know he would be so very proud of who I am today. It was a long road, and I hate that he saw most of the bad parts of the journey, without seeing how the foundation he gave me was always there, even when I acted like a total fucktard for years at a time. I so wish my son had known him. Theres more, but I can barely see the screen now, and the lump in my throat is about to choke me-lol. 26 years goes by in the flash of an eye.
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