I think he would have been proud and smiling... when we laid him to rest because his family was together. I think that was a great gift to be able to give Dad at the end.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
To be honest, I think I'd become a bit selfish with memories of my father. I wanted to hug them close to me.
I'm sure there was some part of his soul was intrinsically happy, but he probably had to go through some permutations to really get that to blossom. I'm sure Dad had his challenges, but I think that joy was there from the beginning and he had to find a way to make his life support that and express that.
I liked the fact that my father had a lot of expectations from my brother. I probably wanted to be that person who he could be proud of.
I am happy now, to recall that I was not only his son but his companion, and whenever there was a hunting expedition or any other pleasure, I was always with him.
If I did not have for him the warm affection a son feels toward a less austere and preoccupied father, I at least had an immense respect for him, and a great admiration.
My mom and dad gave their kids the greatest gift of all - the gift of unconditional love. They cared deeply about who we would be, and much less about what we would do.
I was lucky to have a great dad.
Dad was joyful until the day he died, and I think that joy was deeply rooted in his love affair with God.
I think I'd be a good dad; it would be a pleasure.
It used to be that a son could look at the father, and pretty much know what life was gonna be like as an adult. There was confidence in that, and comfort in that, and frustration also.
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