For Father’s day – time to revisit.
Father’s Day is coming up in England, as shown by the plethora of mugs, whisky bottles and Darth Vader t-shirts cramming the shelves of our supermarkets.
Cue the cutesy cards, those making fun of their aged parent – and the mixed feelings about fatherhood. For those who’ve grown up with a close relationship with their fathers, this is all well and good – for others, tinged with sadness or worse, resentment.
My father died when I was 12. At that age I was too young to really comprehend the reality – or the finality – of that. Before that, to a great extent not to any fault of his own, I wasn’t close to my dad. He belonged to a different age – when parents didn’t lavish attention on their children – when he perhaps hadn’t had this lavished on him, so what model did he have by which to…
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