It's Father's Day in the United States. What is a memory of your father that left the greatest impact on your life?
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I came out to him over christmas 2 years ago and that's the last time he's spoken to me. His last words to me before he read my letter were "Love you always"
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I came out to him over christmas 2 years ago and that's the last time he's spoken to me. His last words to me before he read my letter were "Love you always"
He doesn't deserve you.
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I was a loser who didn't seek a real job until I was 25, and didn't get my shit together and move out until I was 30, but despite all that my dad always loved me and never so much as pushed me. Gentle encouragement from time to time, but always just glad to have his boy around. I live in a different country with my wife now. I have a beautiful daughter and a decent, stable job. We flew my dad out a few years ago and I've never seen him so proud of what I've become. He loved my daughter so much. We took him out to the Canadian Rockies. That trip meant the world to him.
He had a heart attack and died two years ago.
As tragic as it all is, I watched the emotional shit he went through over the way his father raised him, and his father's suicide when I was too young to remember, and he made it a point to make sure I never had to wonder if he loved me or was proud of me. He was.
I hope his soul is flying through the universe somewhere and has seen how much my daughter has grown, and has seen my awesome new house. I sprinkle his ashes around my flower gardens every spring just to keep him around. I hope he's around.
Love you, dad.
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He doesn't deserve you.
Yeah it's sad realizing my parent's love really was conditional
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When I was starting to hit puberty, my mother got a severe depression, culminating in a suicide attempt. I remember her for the following ten-ish years as just sitting on her chair and reading or in her bed. When she managed to have a shower, it was a great day for her.
My father managed it all. Still had his taxing job, but now doing all the household, cooking, raising the kids and being supportive for my mother. He was there as father, as provider, as a husband. Eventually my mother was healing and back to her former, energetic self.
I don't know how my father did it, honestly. My wife and I are struggling with managing our two children as is, if my wife were out of the equation I'd collapse immediately. Granted, my sister and I were a lot older than my kids are now, when shit hit the fan, but still...crazy impressive.
So yeah, basically he is a role model in perseverance and a lot of other things.
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My father died when I was a baby
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So my Dad's an impressive guy, at least to me. Dropped out of high school after getting into an argument with a nun about divine authority, had a kid (me!) out of wedlock, married my mom and joined the military to provide, had a moment of self-reflection when child me did some math with fruit, did night school to get his high school diploma, after several deployments and changes in trade got a four year degree done in two years, became an officer, rose through the ranks and is now retired from the military, doing civvy stuff that protects the rights of servicepeople under the law. Beyond all of this, he is always trying new stuff: baking cookies, making his own clothes, repair on all sorts of shit, wilderness stuff, writing, painting, drawing, programming, photography, Qigong, studying philosophy - the list goes on, to this day (he's currently on a motorcycle repair kick). I basically watched this guy transform from a disappointed, angry young man to a character you could find in a Heinlein novel and say "Jesus, there's the competent man trope, right on time".
With all of this in mind, what sticks in my head is what he said when I did some bogus (probably) IQ test as a kid and ran up to him with a good result: "IQ is just a measure of potential. It's what you do with that potential that's the important part". Whether I've lived up to that idea is a separate question, but it still comes to mind these days.
This is also coupled with memories of near blows/fist fights over stupid shit growing up, but that's also offset by watching him make a real effort to learn and account for/manage his temper. He's a remarkably chill person at this point.
Love this guy, he is a rock fucking solid dude.
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My son is my step-son and his biological dad has hispanic and black ancestry. My dad once told me that "It's too bad he's black" meaning that it's too bad he's black as his life will be more difficult for him and he won't have as high of achievements due to this fact. Great, so you have just accepted that we have an unfair and imbalanced society yet continue to tell me that this country is too woke and everyone has an equal advantage and there is no such thing as racial injustice. No old man, you are a fucking racist piece of shit.
We haven't spoken for 3 years.
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Best advice my ol’ man ever gave me was “Always stand up for yourself, otherwise you might as well put a target on your forehead”.
