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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA 
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Coming Full Circle This past Father's Day I had my boys at work share a good memory they have with their fathers. We went around the circle, and they all shared one. There were some very touching memories, some were bittersweet, and some were outright hilarious. Then it came around to me. I wasn't planning on sharing anything, but the kids insisted. I asked if they wanted me to share a memory from my childhood or one as an adult. They said both. I had to think really hard on that. There were plenty of good memories from childhood. My dad was a lot of fun when I was a kid. Finding one in recent years was going to be tough. Suddenly a memory flashed in my mind. In 1997, David and I were separated, we were having a tough time and didn't know if we would make it. After a nasty argument he took the kids and me to my dad's. Big mistake. My dad and I ended up screaming at each other in his front yard. Finally he told me to get in the truck, we were going fishing. On this cold September day, I ended up sitting on a rock, wondering how on earth I got to this point in my life. The sky was overcast, the water choppy, a perfect reflection of my inner turmoil. I watched as my children ran across the beach, comparing rocks they had found. My dad stood silently with his back to me, casting his line out into the water. I sat alone and watched the scene before me. I could recall countless times when it was my brother and I playing in the sand as Dad fished. We would stay out there for hours, letting our imagination run wild. And now, it was my children playing the same games we used to engage in. It struck me how life really does come full circle. A sense of peace overcame me and I knew it would be all right. I think that was the best thing my dad could've done for me. I felt very close to him on that beach. And we didn't say a word to each other the whole time. Once he decided the fish weren't biting, we took the kids to the park. As they played, we talked. I mean, really talked. He didn't judge or try to sway me to make a decision in either direction. He just allowed me to cry and express my pain. He told me that I was strong enough to make it, no matter what I decided. And I believed him. |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Considering the past history with your family, I find this to be a truly remarkable and loving experience that should be treasured and shared. Thank you for sharing it with us, Tara. I too have grown closer to my father in recent years. ------------------ Pain is life, life is short, I will endure. DreamEvil© |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Gotta love the dad-man! (would you believe he talks more than I do??? Honest, I come by it naturally!) But, I admit that is probably the reason my dad nad I are so close. We've never hidden anything from each other....'cept maybe when I dented his car when I was seventeen. Shhh, don't tell him, he thought someone hit it! |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
Thanks for your comments, guys. My dad and I have had a volatile relationship since I hit puberty. I think he's reluctant to let his little girl grow up, so it was a very special moment when he allowed me space to figure out what was going on in my head. Our relationship is still love/hate. But I did share that memory with him for Father's Day and thanked him for what he did. Our relationship is a work in progress, it'll take time. ------------------ Work like you don't need the money, love like it's never going to hurt, dance like nobody's watching. |
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