Father's Day just passed. My daughters came by. We ate at a new Japanese restaurant. If you've been reading the blog you know how I feel about them. They're special. My sister sent me this amazing card for father's day. I have a lot of memories of my dad. Mostly bad. We were sort of like oil and water. It was my goal when I was a teenager to piss him off as much as possible. I was pretty successful at it. It was a policy I continued into adulthood. I know why. The last six months of his life I sat at his bedside. I wasn't embarrassed. He slept. We talked. Gradually we came to know eachother. It didn't make us friends. It made us friendly. For 37 years my dad woke every morning and as the monkey noises in his head grew to a crescendo.....said no. He was an alcoholic who didn't drink for 37 years. How amazing is that?
I'm a chronic smoker. Have been all my life. Cost me my best relationship. I've been through 2 types of pills to quit, had acupuncture, worn the patch, been hypnotized....gone cold turkey......basically done everything.....and .......failed each and every time.. But yet my dad succeeded. He dealt with his major demon....and survived.....and won. I can't say that. So maybe he knew something I didn't. Maybe I'm not as smart as I think I am.
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I think it has more to do with being stubborn than with being smart. Think about that a bit. The mind is an incredible object.
:)
Rooth
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