Thursday, April 06, 2006

9 of 210 : Ernie

He died when he was eleven years older than I am now. A complex and often charming man, my father had a deep, unresolved anger toward God, which occasionally broke out against others—and himself. I think I learned the power of confidence from him, and the power of fear.

3 Comments:

At Thursday, April 06, 2006 9:35:00 AM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Forgive me if this shows up as a second comment; my first attempt didn't seem to show up.

The last line is so powerfully balanced!

I have a friend whose father died in his late 40s or at 50, and he was hyperaware of that age as he passed it himself.

 
At Thursday, April 06, 2006 10:47:00 PM, Blogger Unmarriageable. said...

Ditto on the last line. A very thoughtful post - it feels like you've really thought him through and understood him - that comes across very strongly.

 
At Friday, April 07, 2006 3:19:00 PM, Blogger - Fat Red Ant said...

Those are good lessons for afather to give a son.

 

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