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17 Jun 2012 2 Comments
in Secret Documents--Confidential Tags: daddy, dark love, empowerment, faith, family, gof courses, heaven, reflection, shadow
I learned a lot from my Daddy.
He taught me to ride a bicycle.
He taught me to fish, to camp, and to follow the established trails.
He taught me to do unto others as I would have them do unto me.
He taught me to be like a dog: loyal, hard-working, and obedient.
He taught me that you have to work hard for everything, and that if you’re not working hard, you don’t deserve anything.
He taught me that man must sacrifice for his family; therefore, family members must sacrifice for man.
He taught me that “taking in strays” and “wearing my heart on my sleeve” were not good traits to have.
He taught me that men are always more important than women.
He taught me that we have to lie in the beds of our own making.
He taught me that it is our choices which lead us to the lives we have– good, bad, or indifferent.
He taught me that God is an angry, judgmental, vengeful old man in the sky, and that duty is more important than love.
He taught me that life goes on, regardless of the mistakes we make.
But the most important lesson I learned from my Daddy is that
no matter how good our intentions
we are damaged souls
raised by damaged souls
doing the best we can
with the hand we’re dealt
and that the only gift
worth passing down to our children
and our children’s children
is that we love them
unconditionally.
I miss you, Daddy.
I hope they have golf courses in Heaven.
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