Saturday, June 14, 2008

My Old Man


Like everyone else I guess, I got a complex relationship with my old man. Maybe that's not true. Maybe it is as simple as we pretend it is. I don't know. 

In a world where I'm like to cut you off at the knees soon as look at you, my old man gets a free ride. He's done his share of stupid, selfish things, but I don't have a bone to pick with him. He's given his love freely, and he's been what I always wanted to be in a man. 

Whatever that means.


My own road as a parent has been a revelation. Of the wildest, deepest, most disturbing joy. Watching the way my own shortcomings bind and wound my child. The illusion of happiness, and happiness itself.

Grief and bitterness.



In the end it's all indistinguishable from love.



Blogger K. said...

Have you read Hemingway's great short story called "My Old Man"? It's here:

2:13 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Thanks for sending me to that great read. I'm afraid I have a terrible, terrible fondness for Hemingway and I suppose I am somewhat childish for liking him so well, but there it is.

I had not read this story and was glad to do it.

Thanks. I owe you a beer or something.

All best-


3:39 PM  
Blogger K. said...

I should be thanking you for reminding me to read it yet again! I'm glad you liked it so much -- it's a great story. MOM is of my two favorite short stories, the other being William Faulkner's "Was", which is the first story in Go Down, Moses.

9:34 PM  

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