My father is a strange fellow. I can't sincerely say me and him have, in my 22 years of existence, ever truly understood each other. His line of thinking remains an infinite mystery to me - an unreasonable tradition of logic in today's world. Even with his earnest attempts to communicate I feel as if I'm trying to decipher ancient artifacts - piecing together the rare shards of his behavior I have collected and studied through out the years. The distance between my father and me is excessive, and I'm ashamed to admit a large part of this riff is my fault. But no matter how far my father seems I have always felt his love - I hope he feels mine too. Is it possible to love something you barely understand? I suppose that is one of the feats of the parent/child relationship.
Monday, November 7, 2011
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