“Listen, there is no way any true man is going to let children live around him in his home and not discipline and teach, fight and mold them until they know all he knows. His goal is to make them better than he is. Being their friend is a distant second to this.” Victor Devlin
As I get ever older, the images fade of my Father. There were few photos taken of him. I have only the fleeting views in my memories of him camping, building something, working in the yard, taking his last breath in the hospital.
He was and is unique to me: warrior, dependable, troubled, seeking, settling, private…an unknown quantity beyond the handful of images that flit through my ever porous mind’s eye.
Sometimes the deeds and offered words fill the canvas. Sometimes, as in my case, I wasn’t watching to notice the canvas was incomplete and the passion to complete had been sidetracked for some unknown reason. Truly who was he?