http://celebrateaging.com/who-are-we-in-the-end-a-question-of-selective-forgetting The Cure For What's Aging You Fri, 03 Sep 2010 12:32:37 -0700 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 http://celebrateaging.com/who-are-we-in-the-end-a-question-of-selective-forgetting/comment-page-1#comment-705 Gail McConnon Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:06:36 +0000 http://celebrateaging.com/?p=5548#comment-705 Thank YOU for sharing, Camille. Strange as it may seem, others often see far more easily than we do how closely we're connected to the people we've pushed hardest against in our lives. It appears for both of us, that was our fathers. It's kind of sad to have to wait till they're gone to realize how much we shared. There's a part of each of us that knew it all along, though. I don't know about you, but every so often I find myself saying "Thanks Dad" without even realizing it. Yep, we are our father's daughters. I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank YOU for sharing, Camille. Strange as it may seem, others often see far more easily than we do how closely we’re connected to the people we’ve pushed hardest against in our lives. It appears for both of us, that was our fathers. It’s kind of sad to have to wait till they’re gone to realize how much we shared. There’s a part of each of us that knew it all along, though. I don’t know about you, but every so often I find myself saying “Thanks Dad” without even realizing it. Yep, we are our father’s daughters. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

]]> http://celebrateaging.com/who-are-we-in-the-end-a-question-of-selective-forgetting/comment-page-1#comment-704 Camille Thu, 25 Feb 2010 01:16:35 +0000 http://celebrateaging.com/?p=5548#comment-704 Hi Gail, Oh, this post brings back memories of me and my dad! You wrote: The hard part is that we really never knew one another. Oh sure, we knew how to get on each other’s nerves. Oh yes, I had that same experience with my dad. I'd say something, he'd be quick to judge, I'd shut up. I longed for a day when we could have open, honest communication. Never happened, unfortunately. Like you, I could dwell on the bad memories, of which there are many (he was an alcoholic, and that made life difficult for the whole family) - but, when he died, my sister asked me to write a eulogy for him. I thought it would be impossible - but it turned out to be a great experience! I sat down and remembered the good things that he had taught me - a love of learning, a love a nature, a love of health and wellness (though it's contradictory, he was a health nut, besides being an alcoholic - go figure!) - and because of him, I think I'm a stronger person. Thank you for this post. Hi Gail,
Oh, this post brings back memories of me and my dad!
You wrote: The hard part is that we really never knew one another. Oh sure, we knew how to get on each other’s nerves.
Oh yes, I had that same experience with my dad. I’d say something, he’d be quick to judge, I’d shut up. I longed for a day when we could have open, honest communication. Never happened, unfortunately.
Like you, I could dwell on the bad memories, of which there are many (he was an alcoholic, and that made life difficult for the whole family) – but, when he died, my sister asked me to write a eulogy for him. I thought it would be impossible – but it turned out to be a great experience! I sat down and remembered the good things that he had taught me – a love of learning, a love a nature, a love of health and wellness (though it’s contradictory, he was a health nut, besides being an alcoholic – go figure!) – and because of him, I think I’m a stronger person. Thank you for this post.

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