here we are again
I'm in oregon. My parents are talking politics. I see myself in my father. Awkward and left to his own world. He is ignored in his own house. I hope he is doing well, but we're so different. I don't know him.
I hate that. I hate that I don't know my own father, yet I see myself in him all the time. I hope I'm not as distant from my children as he was with me.
Well, I need to read.
Peace out-
Tim
2 Comments:
Do parents ever know their kids? Do you think your dad knows you, Tim? I'm guessing your answer is probably no.
If you hate it try and change it, dont wait until its too late. Unfortunately my mum died when i was 16, and you know what?? There was so much left unsaid, so many what ifs... Dont let that happen to you.
Keep well,
Isabel
hate to wax philosophical!! But, do you really want to know?
I thought I did...but when I opened that can of worms? Hmm.
Sometimes a peek is okay...but to know? Your call!
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