This is the anti-tribute tribute to my dad this Father's Day.
My dad is responsible for a lot of discontent in my mom's life and in my life. If you don't know already, my parents are divorced. When it finally happened it had been a long time coming, and the whole process took so long it was like shooting a horse in the leg and letting it bleed to death.
Don't get me wrong, I love him. I appreciate him. I've forgiven him. But I have vowed to never be like him.
So this father's day I visited him. He had a father's day get together to remember the anniversary of grandpa's death. As I watched my dad interact with people and play music it was sort of scary to note how alike we are.
1. Younger than most of his friends. Dang I thought her was old until his friends arrived to the party.
2. If he thinks you're dumb, he'll talk down to you. Now I don't do this, but I used to. I've come to understand that I'm pretty dumb myself (he hasn't).
3. Calm and collected on a microphone. I don't understand what he's saying half the time on the microphone, but people laugh and respond to him. To this day I am still as nervous in front of a mic as I was when I first started leading worship three years ago. But there are many moments where I experience a sense of clarity and I am able to express myself through words.
4. Loves beer. Self explanatory.
5. He is a flirt. Okay this one only mildly applies to me. I'm not a flirt. I think I'm just a friendly and open person. That's why I can blog and write public entries. I joke around and I like making people laugh. I see my dad interacting with all the women in the room and he's always making them giggle and saying sweet things to them. Maybe he's just being friendly too. I can see how it can get blurry.
6. Deep thinker. He would overload xanga with blog entries if he knew how to use it. He analyzes everything, questions everything, and doubts everything. I think at his age though, he has learned to relax. I'm still working on it.
7. Loves music. If his woman ever left him he'd sing a song about it. No tears. Just pain. Music is in his veins. I can't describe it. But I'm the same way. Sometimes the best part of feeling sad is when I find a song to commiserate. I seek music in my best times. I seek it in my worst times.
Comments (3)
Are there any physical similarities? Still trying to figure out how you got to be so tall and gangly!
@simplysteph - no haha unfortunately we are nothing alike physically. he's shorter, a little fatter (maybe due to age)
haha yeah I remember your dad always making fun of me for being fat when we were younger. He used to call me Bambino from the western movie we used to watch alot.......
this brings up memories of my father....(because of him thats where I developed my art as a means to express situations and dreams I have)... he never talked down on anybody but he always knew he was better than anyone he knew. He used to make friends that were less than him to prove how much better he was. The divorce was hard as well........ he fought my mom to take away our house and kick my mom to the curb... which is why I had to return here when I was in El Salvador. Sadly... I still hold a major grudge on my father because he took away my high school years.... my (what could of been) college career of my choice. I have respect with the way you view your father and I wish I could be as forgiving as you........... but I guess I'm full of hatred for someone who I trusted and opened up to and because of him that led me to hate those around me. What advice can you give me in relation to what I'm telling you? I feel you know something I wish to know..... (good post by the way)