Sunday, February 03, 2013
My relationship with my father has always been more complexly private than the one with my mother.
To some extent this is sadly true for many men and their fathers, at least in patriarchal cultures. There are societal and biological pressures on men—almost from birth on—expectations that they be “real men,” constantly testing and competing with and doubting each other.
But put all that aside.
From before I can remember, this loving, gentle man showed me the real Jesus, from the pulpit, but far more profoundly as a father.
He died in his sleep on January 16, 2013.
And so it is.