Since this is technically my thread, and I'm really still in the 'introduction' phase, I'll put it here rather than starting a new thread elsewhere because I'm not sure where it might belong.
My father died of an aneurysm when I was just about 18 months. Suffice it to say I never knew my dad. But I continually hear how much my character, mannerisms, personality, looks, everything about me resembles him almost to a freakish standpoint.
My dad was in the Navy. He was a chef. He went on nuclear subs, he went on aircraft carriers, he stayed on port at some bases. After the passing of his mother some 12 months ago, my aunt sent me all the memorabilia grandma'd kept of my dads. I've got old work uniforms (high school job, pre military), medals, I've got two kindergarten assessments from his teacher. Most importantly to me, I've got letters. Actual letters that he wrote home to his family (mom and dad and sisters, at that time, not wifey and kids). I now get a better understanding of the person this man was. He was amazing. So smart. So so smart. Witty (I have my days). But also tragically, converted from nothing-ism to catholicism just a few years before his death.
It's only just occuring to me how weird this is. This super smart man (I have stayed objective, because while I hear endless praise from his family about how great he was, I've also now been sent documentation from high school as well as military academy and on post personnel that commend his efforts and capabilities), was still stupid in the ways of reality.
Kind of scary.
How did I get it right at such a young age and he didn't? What part of life made it so for him and for myself?
My father died of an aneurysm when I was just about 18 months. Suffice it to say I never knew my dad. But I continually hear how much my character, mannerisms, personality, looks, everything about me resembles him almost to a freakish standpoint.
My dad was in the Navy. He was a chef. He went on nuclear subs, he went on aircraft carriers, he stayed on port at some bases. After the passing of his mother some 12 months ago, my aunt sent me all the memorabilia grandma'd kept of my dads. I've got old work uniforms (high school job, pre military), medals, I've got two kindergarten assessments from his teacher. Most importantly to me, I've got letters. Actual letters that he wrote home to his family (mom and dad and sisters, at that time, not wifey and kids). I now get a better understanding of the person this man was. He was amazing. So smart. So so smart. Witty (I have my days). But also tragically, converted from nothing-ism to catholicism just a few years before his death.
It's only just occuring to me how weird this is. This super smart man (I have stayed objective, because while I hear endless praise from his family about how great he was, I've also now been sent documentation from high school as well as military academy and on post personnel that commend his efforts and capabilities), was still stupid in the ways of reality.
Kind of scary.
How did I get it right at such a young age and he didn't? What part of life made it so for him and for myself?
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