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Fathers & Sons
I have been thinking about my father a great deal the last several days. Today is my father's birthday. He would have been 87 years old today. At one level it *is* so very long since he has been a physical presence in my life, but in the same vein, he has been a mental/emotional/philosophical presence in my life every day.
It is ever more striking how I can see in myself more and more ways in which I am very much like my father and other ways in which I am very much like my mother. The characteristics I have that are especially like that of my father include a general quietness to my demeanor and a rather contemplative personality. Physically, my teeth are like my father's. My eyes are much like my father's and my ears and forehead are very similar to that of my father's. Of course, my enjoyment of pipes and pipe tobacco is something I learned from my father as well.
I will be traveling to the other end of the county today to visit my father and mother's grave site. Even though it is quite cold outside (below freezing), I am planning to sit at the grave site for quite a while and talk to (with) my father on this his birthday. I am also planning to take with me, one of his favorite pipes that I inherited from him. I shall smoke that pipe while I am visiting with him at the grave site.
I miss you, Dad! I wish you a very Happy Birthday!
PipeTobacco
3 Comments:
Our species is the only one stupid enough to put a lot of stock in those that brought us here. Our parents wasn't that great except in our own minds because of the nonsense they teach us on this rock.
My 'dad' died in 1965, I've been to his grave maybe two times since then, my mother died a couple of years ago, I never bothered to go to the funeral and will never bother to visit her grave next to his.
I have better things to do than harm the planet stomping around on it to visit dead people, the dead people that I want to visit I can do so sitting right here in my chair.
The spirit doesn't hang around at stupid fucking graves, when I die there will be no grave for anyone to go visit. If they want to visit me all they have to do is think about me and I'll be there.
You silly monkeys sure have silly ways.
I look at Rach and try to figure out what parts of her is from me and what parts are from her father.
She is her own person though.
My dad has been gone for 22 years. I miss him too. Hope your visit was a good one.
Happy Thanksgiving Prof.
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