dbp said...
It pains me to say it, but most of my memories of my dad (going back roughly to when I was 10 or 12),are fairly unpleasant.
It isn't just me either; my siblings and their spouses mostly try and avoid him too. The biggest problem is that my mom is the most pleasant and easy to get along-with person on the planet, but they are kind of a package deal--can't see one without the other.
My wife and I have three daughters and they are the best part of our lives. I try to be reminded that the mere fact of being their father is not enough to keep their affection forever. If I am a big enough jerk for long enough, they will write me off and well they should. This is why I try and be the best father I can for them--it is certainly the most important job I will ever have
Okay, I don't want to end on such a sour note: My dad is no fun to be around, but he was a great dad to brag about when one-upping friends:He was a highly decorated fighter pilot who flew 3 tours in Viet Nam in RF-4C's, drove a racy red Austin Healy and had a rifle-like tennis serve well into his 40's. As a kid, I was very proud to have such a cool dad.
If you want to see a father and husband who loves his family and is a credit to the name of Dad you should check out dbp’s blog.
Just one problem. He let’s those poor kids eat Indian food. For crying out loud get those kids some sausage hero’s and meat ball parm man.
Leave the curry, take the cannoli.
