Tag: Dad
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The safety to express our anxieties
I’ve written before about how my dad always needed to be in control in our relationship and how never really were able to relate to each other just as men. There was one time when he did it, and it was through seeking my advice about whether to buy what turned out to be his…
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Remembering my patriotism at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
I had lost touch with my own patriotism. I wasn’t sure anymore that I ever had it. Then I saw the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and my patriotism came flooding back to me. It had always been intact, after all.
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“You are five times the father I ever was,” my dad said to me
I wanted to live with my sons every day of their childhoods, but the divorce ended that for good. I reflect here on how I grieve that loss even now that my sons are grown up.
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Dad was always there
A father’s very presence in his child’s life can create lasting security. My dad was a hard man and he left me with some issues I had to work out as an adult — but his steady presence in my life has always served me well.
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I miss my father’s voice
I miss Dad’s voice the most. It was big, deep, rich.
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A man needs to feel useful
A man needs to feel useful, like he’s adding value or involved in something meaningful. I don’t think my dad felt that way in the last years of his life. His choices led him there. I can’t tell whether to feel sad or frustrated.
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Re-integrating joy
My story of finding joy, which involved getting in touch with my inner 3-year-old.
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Grieving the relationship I wanted but never could have with my father
It was on a 1990 road trip with my father that I began to see that he might never be able to have a man-to-man relationship with me.
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James W. Grey, Jr., 1941-2018
My father died last week. He finally succumbed to cancer after 11 years. In this post, I tell his life story.