How many of us can say we really know our parents? Is this concern unique to me or do others ask themselves a similar question?
My father has been dead a few years now but his ghost still lingers. Not a vengeful spirit with its own intelligence and agendas. No. Simply my memories of his behaviour and, more often, the things he said; his words. I often wonder what they meant.
If you’re easily offended, perhaps this isn’t a page you should read. This is where my dead father will speak his words again – good, bad or just quirky – and where I will attempt to understand them.
First here are some words of my own that describe him – from the outside, unable to fathom what was going on within:
raging; compassionate; volatile; gregarious; drunk; charismatic; violent; eloquent; unfaithful; ambitious; controlling; inspired; bigoted; passionate; irrational; fugitive.
I hope these words are observations rather than judgements. I hope the same is true of any words that follow.