One Life Gained, One Life Lost
So as noted in my other post, I gained a new life in my life this weekend, my new cat Murphy. This marked the beginning of Leo's trip out here, and in my opinion bookmarked it. The bookmark at the end, however, was noted with a life lost. Around 3 AM on Tuesday morning (about 2 hours before I took Leo to the airport), I got the call from Barbara (my biological mother) that my father (I called him Dad but he was really my biological grandfather, but he and 'mom' raised me since I was 3) had passed away around 6:55 AM local time. My dad had been in the hospital for a while with his second bout of prostate cancer, so this wasn't a surprise, but I find myself not to upset about his loss, and I'll explain why.
My dad wasn't a bad man, but he wasn't a wholly good man either. While my mom drank herself silly (thanks to him buying her the alcohol) and abusing me mentally and physically, he just hid himself away in his room and acted like nothing was really wrong. The only time he would react to mom's drunken behavior is when only he himself was threatened physically, never any other time. His passivity gave me, what I feel is, a bad role model for manhood, one I'm only recently trying to break. So he wasn't bad or good, he was barely there at all.
So my dad passed away, and I'm not really moved by this. At first I thought that might make me a bad person, but in all honesty (and after talking to several people, including Kelly and Jane), this is normal. I find it interesting because it's coincidental, IMO, that I just got a cat right before this happened. It's like she came into my life just as my dad was leaving it. Funny how those things happen. Oh well, more posts to come. Hope y'all are shiny.
My dad wasn't a bad man, but he wasn't a wholly good man either. While my mom drank herself silly (thanks to him buying her the alcohol) and abusing me mentally and physically, he just hid himself away in his room and acted like nothing was really wrong. The only time he would react to mom's drunken behavior is when only he himself was threatened physically, never any other time. His passivity gave me, what I feel is, a bad role model for manhood, one I'm only recently trying to break. So he wasn't bad or good, he was barely there at all.
So my dad passed away, and I'm not really moved by this. At first I thought that might make me a bad person, but in all honesty (and after talking to several people, including Kelly and Jane), this is normal. I find it interesting because it's coincidental, IMO, that I just got a cat right before this happened. It's like she came into my life just as my dad was leaving it. Funny how those things happen. Oh well, more posts to come. Hope y'all are shiny.