I’ve been thinking some more about this as related to the previous blog What Makes A Good Man, about the kind of man my father was – or more accurately the kind of man he wasn’t – and that was a man willing to stand on his own two feet.
One while acknowledging life’s inequities doesn’t embrace them as an excuse – in other words willing to face them and fight back, to understand he isn’t the only victim and it serves no purpose to victimize his family.
Sociologists undoubtedly would say my father evidenced one of their “syndromes”, perhaps even make excuses, easy enough for others to do when not caught up in the reality of drunken rampages, no food on the table, and the fear of his presence that clung to his family like smoke from the inner rage that burned within him.
He professed a great pride…
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