I'm told I'm like my father, and he was the most wonderful man. But I think he was gentler than me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Dad was a very gentle, sweet man.
My father was a beautiful man.
He was a great man, my granddad, a very calm, logical and methodical guy. I suppose I'm trying to be more like him as I get older.
My father, an engineer, was the gentlest man I knew.
My father wasn't a cruel man. And I loved him. But he was a pretty tough character. His own father was even tougher - one of those Victorians, hard as iron - but my dad was tough enough.
My parents split up when I was about 2. I realize more and more how much I'm like my father. My gentleness comes from my mother.
My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.
I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father's equal, and I never loved any other man as much.
My father was a man of few words.
I admired my father very much... at the age of sixteen. But now I see that he was a brutal and cruel man, - but not without remorse, and that was what tortured us, his alternations.