INSIGHT AND HINDSIGHT –
June 13, 2025 – I wasn’t sure I really wanted another box of my dad’s things. That’s not true. I knew I didn’t want them. His friends and family, historically, tend to give me what once belonged to him. His memories. His jokes. His artwork. They think I want these because I’m his son.
I’ve always resented that.
I saw it differently – more of a one-way transaction of a burden. “Take these off my hands,” they seemed to say. “Let me let this go.”
These feelings swelled, like clockwork, the closer I got every year to Father’s Day.
