I have my father’s words. His laughter. His lessons. His charm for sure. He taught me so much. But that’s what my father was. He realized he had nothing. No natural ability that his brother Jack had and he made a decision. He was going to read. He was going to learn all that he could about the world.
He once told me. “Son, I just got to a point where I realized I didn’t know much. I don’t know much about anything. So I started to read.”
He also said that the best things in his life were my mom, us kids and his books.
I really believe that, because I was once sitting on the floor playing the lead from “I Want You’ from the Beatles, Abbey Road on my guitar and he walked in and said, “That’s really good, son. I can only listen to music… you can make music.”
Greatest compliment ever.
That’s the same thing as him saying to my mother, “I love you Helen Barr with all of my heart because I can never truly love you, or be you, and I would love nothing more that to be like you.”
My dad was a simple guy that grew up in the depression and struggled with himself and life itself. He was bullied as a kid as was I but I never understood why he would knock me around with his words and his hands.
Maybe life’s burdens were an incredible weight that he couldn’t bear, and that it relieved him to hit me to make the pain and frustrations stop in himself.
I can’t imagine anyone ever doing that to a child but our parents are from a different era than where we are now as a parents.
I’m okay with that. I love my Dad, and he didn’t know any better. I accept him and forgive him for all of his failures as he has forgiven my failures which are many.
I know I have disappointed him, in so many ways. But I appreciate his forgiveness. But sadly as he lies cold in a grave in Cold Springs. NJ, the very thing he wanted me to become he snuffed out with his on actions a long time ago.
I’ve spent the last 40 years of my life crawling from the wreckage of his behavior to finally stand in the sun and not feel like a worthless loser. I remember feeling at 12 years old him reflecting his on fear and failure upon me.
I never understood why he did this until I really got to know who he was.
Why would a kid that suffered so much as a kid and was bullied and had to be the stand up guy in the family and the unloved do this to his son?
He couldn’t help it. I really think that when he screamed at me, and beat me he was simply beating himself.
I get it.
You hate your life, You’re not living the life you want and you’re now married to a lovely woman who kind of isn’t the hot babies your accustomed to and she is actually a puritan lady. You made the republican decision to capture some kind of credibility and get some sort of family thing going on because yours is shit. Her brothers are cool awesome dudes.
I get it. I did something similar when I got married.
You did so much better than I did in that area, you brought Janice, April, and Gabrielle into the world. Well done, Sir.
But I think, once you did it you saw that maybe that’s not what you wanted…
Back to the beatings….
I have never raised my voice or my hand to my daughter Lorelei because It’s wrong and unnecessary. But instead of repeating the sins of the father I have learned from my upbringing all of the great things they taught us. There are many! But I have discarded the violent wasteful acts of the previous generation.
Thanks mom and dad. It didn’t hurt so much, and I know you did the best you could from your medieval beginnings but you made better people!
We’re all okay and miss you both very much. Not a day goes by when I don’t think of you both.
I feel the words flow through my fingers as I write this. I just had to sit down and get it out.
“For a long time I thought you’d be coming back to me… Those kind of thoughts can be so cruel…”
I’ll finish this tomorrow…
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