As I get older, these days get harder for me. Today is my dad’s birthday. He has been deceased for a number of years now and, as the years go on, I remember more and more the things that happened when we were younger. My dad was not always a loving person. He had a violent streak that all of his boys knew about quite intimately. You’d think that as the years go by I could let some of these feelings go. Instead, they become harder.
He was raised rough, as far as we can tell from his stories, and he raised us just as rough. I pray that he is at peace and I pray for peace for our family as well.
For those of you who are going through bad times and/or bad memories dealing with parents or other family members, know that you’re not alone. Let’s pray for each other.