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To The Dad I Once Knew

* Note My dad passed away today, a little over seven months since my mom passed. After a thirty year estrangement my dad and I reconciled when mom died. I figured I'd write this today, while everything is raw, otherwise I'll never write it. In some ways, it is the story of my life. Small children see their dads as gods of a sort, for better or worse. In my case, I was lucky enough that it was for the better. Supporting five kids on a Rate Auditor's salary had to be tough, but we never went without the basics. You were quite the athlete in your day. You taught me all the sports; basketball (my fave), baseball, football, golf (I still suck), ping-pong, bowling and more. I still remember how proud you were when I made the all-star team playing CYO basketball for St. Matthew's. You always came to my games, even when it wasn't terribly convenient. You were the neighborhood dad, playing all the sports with me and my buds. And they liked you, teasingly calling you Geezer (ironic and hilarious since at the time you were only in your late thirties, and as I write this I am now sixty-two). My siblings tell me I was your favorite and I believe it, though I'm not sure I ever merited it. Maybe it was because I was your firstborn and a son? Anyway, things got a little funky later on. It was the seventies and long hair and heavy metal were all the rage and little Tommy grew up quick. Black Sabbath, Uriah Heep (a band you absolutely hated and always called Dung Heep), beer, girls, cigarettes, funny smokes and hanging with the wrong crowd. Oh, sure, we were likable enough, but were unholy demons at night, terrorizing the locals. Why? Bored teens who loved the thrill of running from the cops through the back yards and streets of a little town called... But teens eventually move on and so at twenty-one I got married to a girl with a kid and within a year had one of my own. I learned what it meant to be poor and it was rough, but you made sure I lived with my choice to become a man, probably (no, definitely) before I was ready. And then at twenty-three things changed. I changed. I stopped smoking, drinking, cheating, cursing, dropped heavy metal like a lead balloon and embraced the Bible and a new religion. But instead of being happy for me you hated it, so much so that within a short time you cut me out of your life entirely and kept my mother from me as well. Fast-forward thirty plus years. Mom dies and you have an epiphany. Suddenly you want to reconcile. Sure. Why not? Holding grudges is for the unkind and punitive, right? So, we did. Last night as I watched you laying in that hospital bed in the throes of death, mouth opened wide like the near dead always do, unconscious and breathing erratically, I gazed intently at you and felt... nothing. And when I heard of your death today shortly after noon, I felt nothing. They say the heart dies a slow death and it's true. It becomes cold, hard, numb. I'm sure there will be a price to pay. One day it will hit me when I least expect it. Maybe I'll be reading a Bible passage and Boom! Or I'll be watching some sappy television show and the tears will start to flow, for no apparent reason. Or maybe everything will stay bottled up inside and one day my heart will just pop, like a balloon that has held stale air for too long. Or maybe, just maybe I'll be okay. Time will tell. See ya dad. I'll choose to remember you for what you once were, since I have no idea really who you became after my fall from your graces. Such is life. Me

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Date: 3/6/2025 6:37:00 PM
I think this is a deep and wonderful piece—confessional and raw. I think the emotional numbness you feel is due to the cognitive dissonance you two experienced. You realized his love wasn't unconditional and steeled yourself. It's sad and ironic, because the good child might still go through the motions of physically caring for the parent even though the deep connection is only a memory. That's my guess - I'm not a mental health professional - I only play one on the Internet. A moving piece, Tom
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Tom Woody
Date: 3/9/2025 12:58:00 PM
Unconditional love is a fallacy, and rightly so. Thx for stopping by
Date: 1/1/2025 8:20:00 PM
I'm so sorry to learn of your father's passing, his rejection of you because of your faith, and your numbness to his passing. Poetic hugs.
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Date: 9/29/2024 1:51:00 PM
If I may, I'll send an email.
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Date: 8/6/2024 12:22:00 AM
Wow! This writing feels so tragic to me. When my own father passed I was like you in a way, felt very little grief. But as the years went by, I came to a new appreciation of the man he was and I began to understand WHY he was that way. And now I miss him terribly. I wish the same for you, Tom. Ellen
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Date: 7/17/2024 2:14:00 PM
I meant to comment on this awhile back but left it alone. We so often hide our true realities in writing, be it poetry or whatever. Most can read into what the writer is saying, and sometimes not due to obscurity (or intent). But, it takes true courage to lay it out there in this manner. The relationship between a father and son is not suppose to be that way. Many have been where you describe. The wounds may have scabbed over but, they never fully heal. Well done Tom.
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Date: 7/15/2024 8:27:00 PM
My Dad passed away last year. We are celebrating his life next week in fact. My midlife crisis happened about 5 years ago when I almost lost my son. Thanks for sharing this. It helps to know I'm not alone. Life was never meant to be easy. Keep on sharing . . .
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Date: 7/9/2024 1:15:00 PM
You’ll be OK, Tom…been there.
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Date: 7/4/2024 1:21:00 PM
Sorry about the loss of your dad… in both ways. I don’t understand why he would object to your positive life transformation? We can entrust him to our merciful Father. God loves him so much. And our Heavenly Father is the perfect Daddy Who is always there for us.
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Date: 7/2/2024 2:51:00 AM
Onward mate..' may God guide your ways!
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Date: 6/28/2024 12:52:00 AM
truly touching that you both reconciled in the end. It's okay not to feel anything right now; sometimes emotions take time to surface. Thank you for sharing such a personal and powerful story. Wishing you peace and healing during this difficult time.Just remember..Your dad loved you then and loves you now,sometimes as parents we get lost too,thinking we know best for our kids...but Im surely He loved you deeply.Sending you a Hug..Hugs to you,your wife and family.
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Date: 6/28/2024 12:53:00 AM
Im.sure..Typo
Date: 6/28/2024 12:48:00 AM
My dear friend Tom,your poem deeply moved me. .I have tears rollling down my cheeks as I write this.As kids, we see our parents as heroes, and it’s clear your dad was that for you. Your memories of him being there as a kkid and throughput your teens,, teaching you sports, and supporting you are heartwarming.Sometimes, religion or our beliefs can take over our ideas and relationships, but that doesn't mean he didn't think of you every day. We all make mistakes, but it's touching..cont...
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Date: 6/27/2024 11:40:00 AM
Hello Tom , my heartfelt sympathy for the loss of your father.dear Tom, life is continuing.
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Date: 6/27/2024 9:11:00 AM
The feeling of becoming numb after a profound loss is very familiar to me as well. In my case, the grief only hit me a whole year later in a dim bathroom of all places. So it's alright. Who knows where life will take us and how you'll feel next. I hope you the best of what this life has to give and the strength to move on from their deaths <3
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Date: 6/27/2024 8:09:00 AM
To all who commented and, in some cases, left their own heartfelt experiences let me just say thank you. I'm okay. I have some good things in my life to keep me going. Onward we must...
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Date: 6/27/2024 7:01:00 AM
Wow Tom ! You have expressed yourself so well and shown the truth through your writing . Keep on writing. You will be ok. ! Bless you . You are strong. I am saving this as a Fave because I can relate to this in many ways! Thank you for sharing. :)
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Date: 6/27/2024 6:51:00 AM
Dearest Tom, there are not many poems or prose that can bring tears to my eyes and take me back to my dad, who was a very abusive alcoholic. Your poem brought forth some of my tears for you and for me. I was there when my dad died, and I wanted reconciliation from him or at least answers. He died without me knowing. That was 1988. It wasn't until 1993, after my first daughter was born in 1991 and was 2.5 years old, that I recognized I had some of my dad's tendencies. I broke down, cried for him and me and vowed to the Lord that I would change forever. I held true to that promise for my wife, 3 daughters, and now 3 granddaughters. - Blessings, my dear friend, and may you find that numbness is still a feeling and that one day a good cry will be such a great release. - Daniel
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Date: 6/25/2024 3:10:00 PM
There is NOTHING that can fill that space---in your heart, in your soul except your faith---I've visited this world in a very different way when I was 19 and my Dad passed at 42--yet no one can ever say "I know how you feel", because that's bullshit.....we're all the same, yet all so very different---and our wins and losses are singular - and so special to our own souls - we watch movies that remind us of these emotions and choke back all that everyone doesn't know...including ourselves,,,
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Date: 6/21/2024 4:04:00 AM
I'm filled with conflicted emotions when I read this one. Especially since it reminds me of my own passing in 2019. So sorry about your loss...
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Date: 6/20/2024 7:41:00 AM
Soupmail per my comment, Tom
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Date: 6/19/2024 5:28:00 PM
This was so unexpected, Tom and I am so sorry for all the grief you are bearing up under right now. Sending my deepest condolences. Stay stoning dear poet friend. SuZ
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Date: 6/18/2024 7:14:00 AM
You wrote a raw, honest piece, Tom. I am sorry for the loss of your dad, but am comforted by knowing you reconnected with him near the end of his life…able to have some reconciliation. I can relate to this, as my sister and I have recently reconciled after years of estrangement. Now she is seriously ill and possibly won’t make it through the year. A moving write, and May God comfort you during this tremendous time of loss.
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Date: 6/17/2024 1:59:00 PM
my heart goes out to you , tom...I lost my dad when I was 23 and the pain left me scathed for years...this heartfelt kind of storytelling gives way to your emotional release which can be healing...beautifully rendered, it likewise reflects the journey you pursued as a son...a timeless work, a living gem...thanks for sharing!
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Date: 6/15/2024 11:55:00 AM
I can relate to the mixed feelings about an "absent father," and wrote about my own some time ago... I am truly sorry for your loss, Tom... The best thing to do in this situation is to focus only on the good memories he gave you :)
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Date: 6/15/2024 9:50:00 AM
Dear Tom, this has left me on the verge of tears. A very open account of your relationship with your father, your drastic change in life and the numbness to which you fell after years of severing connection with your father even when you heard of his death. The closing paragraph really touched my heartstrings. Man's reactions to certain situations are unpredictable. So now though you are numb, any time a spurt of tears can erupt from your eyes. But somehow I feel that the challenges you faced in life in your youth must have made you rock hard. A father is a father and I am sure he loved you and you loved him in turn. Sorry for your loss dear Tom.
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Date: 6/15/2024 7:32:00 AM
Ah, what soulful depths your poetic soul reaches in this beautiful, intimate, poignant piece. Dear Tom, your soul-baring Elegy is so deeply moving, the way you address you dad; your hero, mentor (a guy with a sense of humor.. Dung Heep..lol), your vilifier (is that too strong a term..? My apologies if it is). There is so much for me to relate to in your life story, except for the estrangement from your dad. I was always close to my dad (.. and my mom too thank God!). My sincere condolences to you, my friend. I'm sure you grieved the loss of your dad a long time ago.. when you were 23. A truly touching poem, a Fav.. Warmest wishes.. ~Suze
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