I had a dream last night that I made my Dad cry because I forgot about Fathers Day. If you've never seen your father cry before, trust me, it's not pleasant. I've only seen it happen once.
So...Don't forget FATHERS DAY, this Sunday!!!
I had a dream last night that I made my Dad cry because I forgot about Fathers Day. If you've never seen your father cry before, trust me, it's not pleasant. I've only seen it happen once.
So...Don't forget FATHERS DAY, this Sunday!!!
5/25-5/27: MOVEMENT DETROIT
6/6: The Field @ The Independent
6/26: Colin Stetson @ The Chapel
I've seen your dad cry more times than I'd care to admit.
Did you tell him that you and your mom are the only ones in the family with vaginas?
Just to clarify, I saw my Dad cry once because of a painful injury where he hurt his back falling off of a ladder with a hammer simultaneously splitting open his toe, not because I ever actually forgot Father's Day.
5/25-5/27: MOVEMENT DETROIT
6/6: The Field @ The Independent
6/26: Colin Stetson @ The Chapel
Like I said.
Did he break his back? Lose the toe?
My dad was hit by a plane while jumping.
I bet he made the plane cry.
My apologies for what I believe may end up a long post, but I'll need some input before I know whether or not to acknowledge Father's Day.
My father pretty much disowned me at the age of 18, so we're talking 30 years here. During that time I kept a stiff upper lip while trying to understand why. I made so many attempts that were rejected and watched the pain my mother went through worrying about how it was hurting me. If and when I went to visit her, he made it a point to be gone. When I sent father's day cards, they were left unopened.
All that time though, I accepted that he was my father, and hoped that one day his feelings would change and it would all make sense. Even my mother and fasmily friends would tell me to give up, he was a stubborn man set in his ways. They told me he was an asshole and to just let it go becasue he had no reasoning for this. But, in my eyes, he was still the man that planted the seed. So, I kept trying.
When I got the news that my mother had passed away, the drive to San Diego had to be the hardest thing I've ever done. I knew I wanted to be held and comforted, and I wasn't sure if my father would even care, or if he would even allow me to grieve with the family. When I arrived and saw him crying, this man who could be so uncaring, cold, and rude, I pushed my fears aside and went to his side. For the next 2 weeks I stayed with him helping to get things in order. Nothing was mentioned between us about all those lost years before then. They suddenly didn't matter because he actually felt like a dad. Family and friends were amazed yet sad that my mother wasn't there to see it. I was told how God does shit like that, and maybe that's what it took to bring my dad and I together. I don't know. 3 months later, a friend of mine sent his condolences to my dad and suggested he work things out with me after all the years of being apart because I wasn't taking my mother's loss very well. I was suprised by all of this because I hadn't actually heard from my dad since I had returned back home...but my friend did. And he tried to hide it from me that my father pretty much put the blame for my mother's death on my shoulders, and told him he wanted nothing to do with me again.
That's all it took for me to see that my father was but a complete stranger, and all those attempts meant nothing. That was almost 7 years ago. I had given up and had to move on. Now, this is where my inner turmoil begins...about 3 years ago, he started sending Xmas cards, birthday cards, and asking how I was doing. I gave in and responded with a thank you and I'm fine. Nothing that I wouldn't do for even a stranger. I learned from other family members that he had sold our family home and gotten married and moved. I found out from him like 6 months after that in a short letter with his business card and new address. I didn't expect to be invited to a wedding since he refused to show at mine so many years earlier, and in all honesty, because of that I probably wouldn't have gone anyway.
This is where I need input now...My father's new bride calls me 2 weeks ago. I've never met her, I have no clue how he's able to love someone anyway if he can't his own daughter, and I feel as if there aren't enough years left to ever make up for how much I've been hurt. She called to tell me he has cancer and will be having surgery in a month with an uncertain prognosis... I'm quite literally torn and I'm sorry I just spilled it out here, but I really don't know what to do for Father's Day this year....
Cara, I'm sorry for taking up so much space in your thread, and you're right...seeing your father cry is an eye opener. But, be thankful that your father loves you and be sure to let him know the same...I wish I could...really.
1. Run to a nice patch of grass on the fields and lay face down.
2. Tilt your head ninety degrees with your forehead temple resting on your forearm and watch people through the vision pocket right underneath your armpit hair.
3. Do this for a few hours until you get comfortable.
A Daft Punk thread containing 'nothing of substance'. How bout that.
Delete.
Ive got your daddy issues right here.
Is it bad that all I can think of right now, is whether the salt from my tears or the snot from my nose is gonna ruin my keyboard?
1. Run to a nice patch of grass on the fields and lay face down.
2. Tilt your head ninety degrees with your forehead temple resting on your forearm and watch people through the vision pocket right underneath your armpit hair.
3. Do this for a few hours until you get comfortable.
A Daft Punk thread containing 'nothing of substance'. How bout that.
in my pants.
Generally if you're crying about someone you care about them and should go be with them before they die. Now delete.
I mean my dad ate a live hog once and shat out a luau.
Best Luau ever.
1. Run to a nice patch of grass on the fields and lay face down.
2. Tilt your head ninety degrees with your forehead temple resting on your forearm and watch people through the vision pocket right underneath your armpit hair.
3. Do this for a few hours until you get comfortable.
A Daft Punk thread containing 'nothing of substance'. How bout that.
My dads been dead since 1983. 2 years ago I got a knock on the door, it was my dad telling me he beat death.
By not crying.
My dad fell three stories at a construction site and landed on this back and lived.
That's actually true.
So, what do you think about me showing up on Sunday in a hula skirt waving a palm frond in his face, and singing aloha motherfucker?
1. Run to a nice patch of grass on the fields and lay face down.
2. Tilt your head ninety degrees with your forehead temple resting on your forearm and watch people through the vision pocket right underneath your armpit hair.
3. Do this for a few hours until you get comfortable.
A Daft Punk thread containing 'nothing of substance'. How bout that.
1. Run to a nice patch of grass on the fields and lay face down.
2. Tilt your head ninety degrees with your forehead temple resting on your forearm and watch people through the vision pocket right underneath your armpit hair.
3. Do this for a few hours until you get comfortable.
A Daft Punk thread containing 'nothing of substance'. How bout that.
Unless daddy touched your butthole, its time to move on.