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My dad and I didn’t always get along. He was sort of rude, and I was sort of rude, but in my eyes he just fell short of my hero, who was my grandpa. That wasn’t fair to him, but I was a kid. I wasn’t able to see that people could have flaws.

There’s a comedian who does a bit about him and his brothers all eventually fighting their dad. Eventually, that comedian’s sons got to an age where they wanted to fight him, so he turned to his dad for advice. His dad told him, “Your sons want to win, but you have to win, or the whole dynamic will change. They won’t see you the same way.”

Maybe it’s not so rare for sons to eventually fight their fathers at some point, and it happened with me too when I was 16. I won, and things did change after that. I was still a punk, and he never tried to fight me again.

Time goes on, and I get older and wiser and see where I was wrong a lot of the time. I can’t go back and have those conversations he passed away in 2018 but our relationship did improve. I don’t think he was ever really proud of me until after I joined the Air Force, but when he passed, it was still the hardest hurt I had to deal with at that time.
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There comes a shocking time in life when who was my hero becomes less relevant than whose hero am I?

If what someone gave us is worth having, it becomes time to look forward, not back. Time not to hold it close, but to give it away. Time to pay the future what was given us in the past, or to discard what was useless to us and sow new seed.

The eagle we see flying in the sky was once a fledgling in the nest, expectant mouth wide open waiting to be fed. We need to recognize that our job is to leave the nest and, eventually, feed another generation, teach them to be eagles. Otherwise, the future won’t have any eagles.

We don’t have to respect or love those who carried us here. We need to become the carriers of love and trust for others, whether they are of our bloodline or not.

It is usually a terrifying time when I wake up and realize they are gone, and I am now the grownup.
Rokan · 36-40, M
@Mamapolo2016 it truely is terrifying to be kicked out of the nest one way or the other.