Tuesday, June 21, 2005

To My Dad: For Starting to See the Light

I took this picture yesterday evening. As I walked along the grass, away from the darker reaches of the park, towards a sun peeking through tree branches, I was quickly reminded of my Dad earlier in the day.

For Father's Day, I treked it home. We (my brothers and sisters) got my Dad a portable massage chair. I think he liked the gift very much.

My Dad and I didn't have much to talk about, he was mainly quiet. I've notice that he's becoming more serene as he ages. I think he's happier. He's far different from the high-blooded, quick-to-anger, unhappy man when I think back on childhood. I suppose having grandchildren puts him in full circle with the luxuries of life.

I do get a little tug from inside knowing that my Dad is starting to find peace with himself. It's beginning to show on the outside.

For now, that happy thought is enough to sustain me. In time, I know that he'll learn to accept his gay son. Decades of religious brainwashing has blindsighted him from seeing that love is love, whether it's shared between a man and woman, man and man, or woman and woman.

This type of brainwashing will take time to undo, to erase. But I love him very much. And, the strength is within me to win him through grace.

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