Friday, April 23, 2004
My dad (Little Ennis)
Have you ever heard the phrase "Your just like your father"? That was not a phrase I heard much. If anything we were not a lot alike. I'm not ashamed of my father. We were very diffrent. There was never an easiness between us. We were never very close, guess we still aren't but I know him. And yes, I love him. I was raised in a family where I heard love talk from my mother. It was always soft, sweet, and gentle. Dad on the other hand was louder when he talked. He probably never heard the advice, "Don't ever strike or shout at your children, physical or verbal wounds may scar them forever." He didn't really wear his feeling on the outside for anyone to see. He didn't feel he needed to chatter a lot to be heard like me. Even though we never talked about our feelings when I was akid and weren't anything alike except maybe our looks. I always told myself I know he cares about me. Somehow I've always known that beneath the tough exterior was the most special, loving, and caring father in the world. After all I did catch him crying every now and then in a episode of "Little House on the Prarie". So anyway guess I just want to say I do love my dad, even if we've never really shared much how we feel. He's a lot diffrent now than I remember as a child. Sometimes I wish I knew him better. He's still a stranger to me at times, but maybe I'm a stranger to him as well.