Journal: #312 Father’s Day
My dad is an affectionate and complicated man. He loves dead cow meat, science fiction, and his grandchildren. Straight answers to simple questions are hard to get, and he’s always ready to defend his position on a subject. He grew up a farm kid and is the first generation of Curfman to move away from agricultural life. Without help or encouragement, he forged a new life and future for our family. I’m proud of him.
I prefer to remember people in the round— meaning the sum of who they are. It helps me to see people in their context. Yes, my father is imperfect, which is why I take joy in watching him grow old. He continues to push himself and fight to live. Battling both cancer and depression, he tends his garden, loves on grandkids, and serves my mother the best he can. He is, in the truest sense of the word, an overcomer. Of all the gifts a man can give his son, the ability to fight for life is one of the greatest. I battle my demons and fears because that’s what I’ve seen my Father do.
Happy Father’s Day to my dad. Thanks for being there for me and our family. I love you.
