While
reading page 79 of “Chicken Soup For The Soul: Thank Dads” inside the car on my
way home, a close blogger-friend suddenly popped-up in my mind. I remember how
in our series of online chat he would discuss about his sour relationship with his
dad.
Sensitive
topics such as that related to a family always catch my utmost attention. His
story about his dad is worth listening. Along our convy, I can strongly feel
how he felt disconnected towards his dad. I quickly gauged that there is a clear
gap between him and his dad. A gap that was rooted when he was a young boy
growing up.
I feel
him. I feel how pain still lingers in his heart even at present despite
confessing to me that he had forgiven him already. He had attempts to get
closer to him but none of his efforts succeeded.
Being a
young dad, I somehow understand where he is coming from and there is this
“dad’s instinct” in me that wanted to comfort him, that wanted to show him and
let him feel how it is to be embraced by the love of a father. At some point I
even musingly agreed to him calling me his dad even if it means a bit of
awkwardness since I’m just several years his senior.
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