I haven’t seen my dad in what I think is about a year-and-a-half. I last had talked to him in August for less than a minute. We have a distant relationship; he was abusive, crazy, manipulative, terrible father. He is also one of the most intelligent people I know. I wish I could speak with his same eloquence, with his same passion and his ability to persuade people.
Alexi, my darling sweetheart (I do have some exciting news on that front too) encouraged me to have lunch with my dad today. He said he would come along too. It was a pleasant lunch. Alexi shared with my dad how well I was doing and what I was up too, what my plans where, and helped with any moments where otherwise there would have been awkward moments of silence. I learned from my father a new sadness for politics. As he told me that his generation coming out from Vietnam thought that by 2000 things would have been so different in race issues, health care, education and that this election was very disappointing for him because this is not what his generation had accepted. He added, what was he supposed to do? Wait another 40 years for change? By then he would be in his nineties too old to dance in celebration. He said I will die before I see the changes; this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. How depressing.
On the wonderful Alexi front, I am excited of what is to come.
My Irish
November 26, 2004 by elenamary
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congratulations!