Once again, Father’s Day is here, so I’m reposting some reflections on all fathers, be they biological, grandfathers, father figures, favorite uncles, surrogates, and others that have played or continue to play a role. I often think of my father, a man left without his own at age three and left him nothing but a name, and who survived two stepfathers, one of whom he connected with for a short time, and one with whom he didn’t, and of consequence didn’t really have a model. He was an only child, and thus didn’t have any siblings with whom to share the experience. Considering that, he did remarkably well in the parent department, raising three of us with generosity. He wasn’t a demonstrably doting parent, but we knew that he loved and cared deeply about all of us. I had a personality closest to my mother’s, so he and I were perhaps closer than my brother or sister, because I understood him. Oh, yes. He loved them both, but my brother was a bit of a challenge, and my sister, the youngest, was the princess. When it came to managing his affairs later on, that became my role.
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Returning to my routines
In the last few weeks, I’ve had to get up and out in the mornings quite a bit. My choices, of course, but reading my daily newspaper in the afternoon is a violation of, well, my routine. Definitely a violation of all things sacred. Mornings are all about starting the coffee pot, and gathering my newspaper from the front porch to be read promptly on the back porch. Along the way, I turn on the computer so that both it and the internet are nicely warmed up should I feel in the mood to write. This morning I am, inspired perhaps because a piece of mine on immigration was in the weekend edition of the local paper. And I’ve fallen behind on my blogs. (My apologies!)
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