UNAUTHORIZED FINGER: orclover: why arnt you dead yet you piece of shiat?

Talkin' to me? I just don't have the courage yet, you squirrely bastard.

orclover, I apologize for having the audacity required for thinking your post was about me. I'm truly sorry for your situation. I truly apologize. I'm sorry. God bless you.

UNAUTHORIZED FINGER: Our lives could have been so different, but by God, it is what it is.

That's some story. Thank you for telling it.

orclover: UNAUTHORIZED FINGER: UNAUTHORIZED FINGER: orclover: why arnt you dead yet you piece of shiat?

Talkin' to me? I just don't have the courage yet, you squirrely bastard.

orclover, I apologize for having the audacity required for thinking your post was about me. I'm truly sorry for your situation. I truly apologize. I'm sorry. God bless you.

wat? I musta missed something. Who are you? Let me tell you about my fathers day...

I couldnt afford to take my son to get a burger (had to buy gas) after bicycling around zilker park with him this afternoon for a few hours, I felt like the worst father in the world because of that. I felt bad, for being broke, even though as he reminded me I spend my free hours riding around with him and doing things (you know, things out of the house and away from the TV) whenever I get off work. Introspective comparison is the three fathers I had in my life however briefly. The best of the three was my biological father who I met for the first time when I was 30 years old. Would have met him earlier but he actively avoided it to keep his real family from dealing with the complication of, well, me. Met him for a brief while, and then he went back to avoidance. He didnt raise me, he didnt like how I turned out compared to his other two kids (I dont have a PHD, likely never to get one). So he handed me $500 bucks and said quite specifically "dont call me, i'll call you". That was 10 years ago. Now mind you, this guy is the clear winner of the 3 father figures in my life, he's light years ahead of the other two.

So yea today I felt like the worst father in the world because I couldn't take my youngest to lunch instead of having to go home for leftovers. But my 8 year old helped me put it all in perspective since as he pointed out he's never even met his grandfather.

For fathers day my mother worked with my wife and made me a Baked Alaska, never had it before. Quite possibly the best cake I have ever had in my life. I must be doin ...

And once again, I apologize. I thought you were responding to my post. Really, I'm sorry. No offense meant

RoyBatty: UNAUTHORIZED FINGER: Our lives could have been so different, but by God, it is what it is.

That's some story. Thank you for telling it.

Thank you for reading and acknowledging it. My older brother and I both cried while I wrote it. My youngest (half) brother joined the Marine Corps instead of the Navy (like his father), because of the stories I had told him of my father. My oldest brother's son has served two terms in Iraq (and been blown up twice), and a term in Afghanistan with the Marine Corps, and is dealing with the aftermath of that horror story, even as we speak. Fortunately, he's got a good woman (also an Afghanistan veteran) to lean on. Bless his heart, I just wish I had him as a young boy back again. I am about fark-tired of war for no good-goddamned reason. Next time WE are invaded, I'll go fight. Until then, goddammit, let's keep our farking troops at home! This means YOU, BUSH! This means YOU, OBAMA! FARK your foreign wars! Fix THIS country! Farkers! (not you, Roy. :))

Why in the world did you marry my mother? Dear lord, she's a shrew.

My best friend loves me for who I am, and I love her right back. My mother is proud of me and supports me. My brothers are a pain in my ass, but shaping up to be good men. My sister is the sweetest girl ever, and I'm so proud of her. I graduated high school, and I'm starting to write my book. I haven't had a flashback in months. I can look at a problem, and instead of wanting to slit my wrists, actually think it through.

The darkest memory I have is you hitting my little brother, and every achievement I just listed you have tried to take away. And yet none of that is now, or ever will, defining me.

/Be glad Mom loves you, or the rest of us would have kicked your ass, especially that boy you hit. He turned out to be a great fighter, just like all of us, even if we're not all in the same arena.

Uh... thanks for deserting your family when your kids were both younger than four years old? For trying to commandeer the apartment Mom had rented for us after you had stranded us at your parents' house? For trying to claim much later that Mom had "vanished" with us, even though she had done no such thing? For reneging on your court-ordered child support payments only a few months after you started paying them?

Yeah... Thanks, Pops.... Happy F-Day...

To those of you who had bad fathers, I can't express how sorry I feel for you. To those of you had/have good fathers, I hope after reading these horror stories you realize how lucky you are.

Helped my Dad install a new water tank at camp this afternoon and shared a couple beers/G & Ts.

Love you, Dad.

I'd tell him I miss him, and that I wish I could have stopped him.

What would you say to your Daddy today if you could?

Miss you Pop.

Damn, this thread is making me cry. And so deeply appreciative that my dad is alive and well and in my life. He is amazing, and I'm sorry I can't share him with the rest of you.

Oh my dad's side my great-grand father was a philanderer, as was his son, as was his.

I got to meet but not really know my ggf before he died when I was 6.

But my grandfather was a true bon vivant renaissance man who lived his life until the brain tumor turned a vibrant 86 year old into a child in months. He had four girlfriends half his age (during and after my grandmother died in '74) -- the four were all there at the funeral. He was a jazz pianist, restaurateur, raconteur, who would make the ladies swoon. He, my dad, and I used to brunch together 20 years ago. I miss him more than ever -- he died the week before I relocated overseas to Paris. The emotional roller coaster of that month of losing a man I loved and admired with the strain of a new culture and language almost broke me.

My dad the macho army guy, green beret, cop, deputy marshal also had a roaming eye that did in our family and sent it into limbo. My sister won't speak to him much after 40 years. He hurts and cries with regret not being a better parent when we were young.

But he has me and I have him and he has a grandchild he actively cares about.

He got a clue after finally raising boxer pups in the '80s and going through a few cycles of death of things he had primary responsibility for. It took him into his 50s to wake the fark up and realize it all wasn't about him.

He's slowing down now. Too many years of jumping out of airplanes and cop work has caught up to his now frail body. He's hanging on to see as much of his granddaughter as he can. I fear I only have a handful of year left as his memory is starting to go.

I love you dad, I tell you almost every time we see each other and talk and I know I'm going to be a wreck when the ages come for you. I understand who you are and that you are imperfect, as am I, but I'm better for knowing what not to do -- by your own admission. For a hard-assed military guy you are the most liberal, fair one I know. Your lessons of the necessity of guns and violence to preserve the peace will stick with me.

Your support of Obama and gay rights comes your sense of basic fairness and liberty and civility that so many "typical military" mindsets hypocritically ignore, often to the detriment to your long-time relationships with comrades. fark them. Being fair and defending the underdogs is what we're supposed to be about. You taught me that -- as a boy your mother would recall to me that you'd defend black kids being picked on saying "we're all God's children". For a family that didn't go to church, you are the most Christian man I know.

Your granddaughter will hear all these stories in good time.

Except the time you were on leave and you and Ehmann farked those bar flies and washed up after with Comet.

/maybe